Shooting up out of my skin again like these slick trees
Rich gold spewing from my fingernails
From seed to out in the open air
I’ve never been this close to the sun before
It’s amazing to think
What the brushing away
Of a little dirt can do
When condensed to astrology’s standards
Big enough to get lost in
Rigged enough to get stuck on
if you define the birds-eye view of a mountain
as being shoulder to shoulder
yet heads miles apart
of running from an avalanche
burning a trail through snow
just to please both devils.
I think I’ve loved hard enough
To keep two hearts beating
Even after being incinerated
And operated on once more,
I swear I could still make them shine.