Yesterday I hid in a termite mould
Today I take pride in terminated olds
Tomorrow I ride in permitted folds

I am a particle used and unused
I am a venture roused and doused
I am an adventure invented and tented

I owe nothing even the wind testifies
I am a universal exposure objectified
I am a concluded posture subjectified

I died on the outside and lived within
I lied as an outsider and lay in decree
I am a degree of composition in decay

For sure we were here in unioned eons
When the battlefield was in tatters
as splatters of blood stomped the earth