I spent my 20th birthday in a petrified forest
It meant nothing and I sweat very much
I wonder how it feels to be petrified, how it feels for
Nature to memorialize you,
Laid to rest until coal-covered hands unearth you
Gingko and sassafras and yew feel the sun’s aged, dotted hands caress all over
This is how it feels.
A petroglyph carved from ancient basalt
And my dad carrying our dog on his shoulders.
15.5 million years of layered rock and
Worrying about the size of my legs next to yours.
Ice age floods exposed crystalized bark and
You wipe the **** off your shoe and we drive some more.
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 11:49 PM UTC
I spent my 20th birthday in a petrified forest
It meant nothing and I sweat very much
I wonder how it feels to be petrified, how it feels for
Nature to memorialize you,
Laid to rest until coal-covered hands unearth you
Gingko and sassafras and yew feel the sun’s aged, dotted hands caress all over
This is how it feels.
A petroglyph carved from ancient basalt
And my dad carrying our dog on his shoulders.
15.5 million years of layered rock and
Worrying about the size of my legs next to yours.
Ice age floods exposed crystalized bark and
You wipe the **** off your shoe and we drive some more.
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