Once my prison
Now my sweet resting place
I wanna drop a love bomb
On the entire world
Read the book of faces
Face to face
Roll over and wake you
With a spoon and a kiss
No obsessions
A fan spinning in the wind
Recycling the spirits
Smoothing the skins
We are soft smooth snakes
Smiling and hissing
On warm dry stones
The pigment is something
It’s not everything
In my parent tense
There is a new way of looking at things
I am listening to your zebra heart
It beats within a lion chest
I listen to my own Voice
It tells me to stop talking
And stop listening
To let go of the flippers
Watch the ball roll
Everyone here is talking
To someone else with their eyes
And the next thing happens
The past falls through
Our skeletal fingers
The bones are now
The bones keep us safe
The bones keep us alive
Schwervon! 