A melody
No machines
My mind is free —
my body in pain.
My body is free —
my mind, in chains.
If everyone on Earth held hands,
how many times could we circle the globe?
Ritual sacrifice.
Pure Souls
I seek protection —
my courage has limitations.
The caged Nightingale wants Rose
The caged nightingale dreams of souring with wild geese or just dive with all fish
I want too much.
Guns, Germs, and Steal
Sword, Spear, and firearms
Light-year after light-year —
if every living being held hands,
could we outstretch the stars, could we build a staircase to Uranus?
dreamers and skeptics coexist.
Let the rectangle of our universe
round itself to an empty set
Power drives us apart.
Wormholes swallow the past-tense.
I feel like I’m living in a distant, ancient future.
Let’s fuse imagination and skepticism—
soar together, row together
Let everything in the river flow as it flows.
I want to be the Sleeping Women,
but Ariel is the one I love most.
Dispose every passerby
Questioning, sus, Back to chaos
Or back to the placenta
Nutrients, fertilizer, impurity
I can’t control my tears.
Please let me have my weaknesses.
Getting your nails done — that’s a layer.
A coat is a layer.
A canvas a layer
A hamburger, too —
it’s all layers, let them flow