Who handed down the law-
That said the elf
Was a humanoid God?

Crooked trees
Rise high into the earth
Rituals go, rituals return.
Clean rooms
And kitchens too.

Return me to the earth
To the rituals of green and dirt-
A met you because I must be reborn-
But you did not want me inside you
And I go through this ritual of pain

And a general wish that says I should have never
Like an Angeleno in the midwest
Driving past the cornfields-
Expecting Cheyenne to have something

To walk as Jesus did
Does this also include the place?
I need a ritual that keeps me from being alone
But all the people I meet turn me back to stone...