Kiersty`s mind`s blown. In her room she knows its June but knows not why.
Kiersty`s mind blows slow flute swoons, she knows the tunes but knows not
where from. In a time zone with no noon she hops a spoon and sleds to water. In
the snocone-clod, wet tomb she shakes her broom-blond hair like God then.
..Well, she can`t decide but her body says it`ll make her make her mind up.
Kiersty`s spine grows to the moon; her threaded loom of skin: the sky`s shell.
Kiersty`s smile snows teeth like tombs. She rents three rooms in heaven hotel. But
she can`t decide so her body says it`ll make her make her mind up. Kiersty`s
mind`s blown. In her room she knows its June so what`s to say? Kiersty dies
home sleeps till noon its summer soon, so what`s the day? Well, she can`t decide.