riding to Assuta bc my liver is shitty

>... ₪ ₪ ₪₪... by the babushka in her once-was eyes; I knew where we were; aaaaay aaaaayayayay we were we were we were there; hidden behind her cheeks; down by the passing trams a boy is walking with his head down but the bus goes too fast anyway and i miss it again aaaaay aaaaayayayay we were we were we were there; and I can be who i am < and I can and I am the babushka's vine gnarled skin ₪... in her once-were-held hands i knew; I on the back of some clouds through the streaky bus window; i knew i knew, and it rained ; and I wax (and I wane in the pause of some human refrain^... an old song for Haifa stones, the cement factory blazing through the window with the comforts of home... ₪... meet the earth; wind up the hillside through the fingers of the branches of stone; eyes of windows, rain{}{}{}{}>>>the babushka sits alone [₪₪₪₪₪] eyes of windows of raaaaaain// /the babushka sits alone ..₪..₪ greet it [₪₪₪₪₪] greet it greet the earth; I am breathed through the cilia ..₪..₪..₪₪ like we were weeping ..₪..₪ through the hillside in the fingers of the branches of stone eyes of windows, rain, ..₪..₪ the babushka sits alone ..₪..₪..₪..₪..₪..₪ ₪..₪..₪..₪.[₪₪₪₪₪]