A world-ending wave
Last page in a book
Washing all away
Where what people made once stood
The land breathes in the center of our bones
A rudderless world
On a clouded road
Through moments of lives
We will lose the me and the you
It's only us in this
This rudderless world
Sweat in our eyes
And paint on our feet
No arms to wave
But brushes in our teeth
Seven kalpas later
We fell through the tomb
The cages left grids of tan on our backs
A relief of blisters, our heads in sacks
I saw a hanging while I hid from disease
Infinite hunters aiming at me
Celestial shipwrecks with corded phones
A speck of dust in time alone
Silent, paranoid
In the hollow of a ceiba tree
Crawling through cracks of game theory
The tears of the Mother
Give the seeds water
The trees give us crosses
To hang one another
The tears of the Mother
Give the seeds water
