The home that we've made
Sits as we move, like bedrock or bones
All of us living in pieces inside
Unravel the hull
Revealing the ripened fruit of a soul
It Flowers against
Forgotten leaves in the wind
Leaking out life
From the reeves of our skin
And the walls are discreet
Framing space to plumb out
Space you can feel
Even when you're not there
All of the world
Pulsing in this minimal square
Where we are always no matter where
The home that we've made
In place of the wild, isn't that nature?
Water un-wet
All of us, blazers holding glass jars
Of fire
Leaving parts of our bodies
In the soft relic-strewn mire
To bridge each other in our streams of desire
We swell and distend leaving ourselves even when we're not there
All of the world
Pulsing in this minimal square
Where we are always no matter where