On the ground floor of a human tower
there's a concession open twenty-four hours
And there's a woman with a good mind
who knows that no one ever lived in a healthy time
Good nurse
Gentle woman
Sheryl Lynne, let them in
Let no one whose time is known, go alone
Ease the mind and heart resisting
And asking as the anchor slips
Would mercy, in her wisdom,
Throw pointless arrows from a silver bow against a hollow ship?
Let them in
