Autonomy (feat. Brambles)

The war waif rises, sighs, breathes rings of

Fire round the ones I love I dream and with

My eyes shut I draw pools of water up

They lap the sore, subdue it till it lies

Down soothed at last and drowns at the

Protection stones the corsair of the past

Black tourmaline defences standing

Staunch around the heart that I have l

Eft outside my chest that I have set apart

Obsidian to break the curse on

Those who know too much, green

Malachite to will away

Her sweet malignant touch

Pure amethyst for clarity

Reform the edges smudged

And blurred inside her cloud of smoke

Fresh eucalypt to crush

I breathe deep and restore my sense

Return to me the art I learned from her

Without the secret defect at its heart