How to prepare to see them
And not just sense them there
The bodiless ones surrounding us
Who breath a more delicate air
Is it partly because we don't want
To see what they see
With their enormous gaze
Now they know the other side
Of who we are swallowing
All the distances between
Slowly like feeding newborn chicks
Some worms among the seeds
They are bringing us all along
For the purpose of some song
No comments:
Post a Comment