Take my hand,
Outside, look, tell
Me what you see.
"Clouds swirling together in the sky,
Wavering plains, green grass swaying in the wind,
And on that hill, a tree."
Squeeze my hand,
Ask me what I see.
"I see mankind's escape, the root of the word natural,
And everything that is beauty.
I see the chaos of accidental art, the brightness of innate happiness,
And its most important, crucial ability."
Squeeze your hand,
Fingertips stroking emotions onto my skin,
Look yourself in the mirror,
Written on your sharp cheekbones,
I'll tell you what I see.
I see clouds, swirling together in the sky, wavering plains, green grass swaying in the wind,
And on that hill, a tree.
Beneath your half closed eyes, and through the waves of your voice,
I see everything,
Everything that is beauty.

We popped ourselves up to the ideas of pop culture
and adopted the looks of orphans
spray paint and swear words
too loud overcrowded mischief
the misgivings of being too young
children throwing tantrums over ice cream
calendars fell and the montage ended
we were flung across the globe as dandelion seeds
weeds to be weeded
I was playing tight rope on the fence
and fell on the side with no safety net
skinned knees and black eyes
the stoners the dropouts the thugs and **** ups
***** and *******
******* and *******
these were just words
deactivated model replicas pointed at the head
college student with a chip on the shoulder
and the one they called the jester
and the one they called the king
with return addresses tattooed on arms
the awake became the living dream
no time for nights of nightmares
enough scare to go around
pack another GB and cry some more
my blood is ink dripping from the pen
yours drips from thighs and forearms
you want to be the new thing
you forgot what the original means
and burned all of your dictionaries a while ago
check my *** cheek
the origin is there
UK/USA
now all the lights are off
and the moon hangs fat, sacrificial in the sky
do you want the moon? That’s what I’ll do. I’ll give you the moon.