plea to my alter ego

Teach me how to tell lies like you:

calm hands like an ice-glass highland lake,

mouth full of opaline teeth like raindrops

Teach me how to fly like a belfry bird:

cyprus shade feathers on a cold north wind,

soaring in the flashes of the firebrand lightning

Most of all, teach me to scream like you:

teach me how to let my words tear through the sky

and not stick like stone curses between my teeth.