it’s very far away
but i have known longer roads
a step, a jet and sitting
song after song
*
throwing away paper
discarding everything transforms me
then there’s a body
how her colours always cry
*
surfing, colliding with the sky
remembering fruit too tart to chew
a drinkable river
life cuffed only by trees
*
so wood is endlessly impassable
it calls me home
strapped to string and metal
i am truly a tangle without that world
*
and would that corrupted lives smiled
would our meat was fast
i see my mask
know, i know my task
*
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