melting time is on my hands
i slide this pen
i make sticks
how are all of you before
the how of all of me
sometimes i refuse to believe in distinction
for evolution leadeth toward extinction
but we stretch
and our muscles unnerve
as we catch a yawn
and the worst of all of it
moves further and further along
so we can enjoy what has melted
and also be patient for what is frozen
while toes can kick a bull dozer
tithers tether crooked teeth
one by one a dozen
minusing the meek
set to sail
set a voyaging mind explosion
set a sun but one billion years to death
set a line that makes all lines whetted
now to attend to our very beginning
which before our end has feted
No comments:
Post a Comment