All that you've got to
It seems sap is sweet on hands,
but in trees it's subject to an even higher power
And no matter how you feel
It will tend to feel (x4)
Tending to keep you alive
And the rest: a simple time stretching of one earth and common fabric
And the rest: of fragile blood run cellular engine and something or other
And the rest: a simple time stretching of one earth and common fabric
And the rest:
Is there no sort of luck involved
in not being born an ant or elephant
or is this just, pure and unadulterated math,
water willed, and egg improvised,
until hatched by knife light then
Mother named after her extremely painful experience
Allowing the vast maze of birth and mistake,
to take its toll on all that practical destiny,
and then child-sized specificity
Lain there, inherent in the once one celled organism, or is it an organism? I don't know
A consummate pin-hole poked in the plot behind planet earth and such
A pin-hole poked is enough to sink an entire universe of tiny ships
Freeing all that perfect principal lain inherent
In a step by step schematic of the human dive
And when planets align, all you can do is dive
And when
And when planets align, all you can do is dive (x2)
And when planets align
And this. This is the soft spear of the human condition,
But you yourself are not. (x2)
You are more (x2)
The pulled on skull of something that was never really... all that young
You are more
Can you remain in love? To buy yourself rope (x4)
Can you remain in love from deep space,
With no fish bowl on and a busted communicator
Or have you, have you everything planned?
Is there a simple universal system of buoy and rope,
that you would use to tug your weightless mass along on,
till you found a planet that you felt might be just right for you
Or is it possible the view of earth at such a distance would have played you for the fool as well (x2)
Or is it possible the view of earth at such a distance would have played you for the fool
Hour Hero Yes had known you there'd be days like this
And they'd come with the rain on of course
A good gallon of reverb cut loose on your personal truth,
dark eared on the edge of your sleeping slab.
having been bent born and went phantom dayed,
hope stole on in the equal parts miracle of
bringing yourself to and from sleep
in calendrical waltz all to feel aimed,
at last, your heartjaw kissed against the coming dawn in dive
Safe through several more hypothetical seconds before death,
unto the never similar wilds of his ground teeth powered and b-movie dreams.
It begins with all white
In a sound proofed hallway
You're staring down the empty eye slits of a lowsocket. Waking
On the floor at the foot of the bright light blocking and locked hundredth door of luck
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