Summoned by winds of continuous change We marched half-sleeping through May Resting on private lands up high in trees we hide ourselves from prying eyes Beside ourselves, we watch the ways we emulate our idols And the winds show us paths to our own identities
We identify with the water You drink us and we become one "Un-DT*" Beneath the sun we vibrate faster, further, floating up to see the stars closer, turning down to see the total landscape Cooling off so we can race back toward the earth and join with her A union that knows no bounds She is where we've spent a billion years And she will die one day And so will we be water no more Split into hydrogen and oxygen We will float through the galaxy Engulfed in nothingness In search of new planets Where we can drink creation anew
*Un-differentiated tissue, from William S. Burroughs' *Naked Lunch*