listen dead
is a lot like sleeping
in the earth
where there is not
life and there
is wormness
there is eated
a faint uncolour
a body
a quiet
a bigness
'cause livings
finiter
but dead's
unfiniter
it's a nice long forever where you don't rise but you do you come out the earth in a trillion spears of grass
you come out as a dandelion and your heads a delicately flared puff of cottonlike earthbreath tousled
and fractures in the breeze, lilts, doesn't cease and goes making more life
and
dead
wasn't ever
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
listen dead
is a lot like sleeping
in the earth
where there is not
life and there
is wormness
there is eated
a faint uncolour
a body
a quiet
a bigness
'cause livings
finiter
but dead's
unfiniter
it's a nice long forever where you don't rise but you do you come out the earth in a trillion spears of grass
you come out as a dandelion and your heads a delicately flared puff of cottonlike earthbreath tousled
and fractures in the breeze, lilts, doesn't cease and goes making more life
and
dead
wasn't ever
