just imagining all the words i could hold
peach speach
to grow + grow
soft + pitted
made of fruit substance
built for purpose
composed of matter
the light of oil
destructing beautifully
goodbye to clean sky
light in dark
the lamps that spark
against clean night
replace the stars
we've all forgotten
but grass grows
in abandoned parking lots
and on the
crumbling rooves of ancient buildings
cellos sound with the
speed of the sun
rumbling over, all eyes
pricked to function
repeat, circle
<- -="" come="" together="">
bring meaning
matter
host of thoughts
brain ball
repeat
circle
there stays a springing
grass grows again
trees crack into sidewalk
the unstoppable
and i want to live in a bright bungalow
with a moss-covered roof
and open windows
if i can just stop pulling out my hair
if i can get over all these hurdles
circumstance willing, i can get there
trash piling up around our towns
are we drowning yet?
supply + demand
waste + discard
REPLACE
REPEAT
CIRCLE
plastic covered and metal sheathed
land flattened and set in concrete
wood wasted
the mediums of structure
the bonds of matter
are all things that matter
REPEAT
CIRCLE
this is a call to arms
with able hands
and heads full of bodies
every person is
a whole person
in perspective
things look smaller
when farther away
and the blood of others
flows free and separate
distant from our own
through silent strings
run from each spider
soul
