with all of the she/they/him what’s
of the neighborhood building blocks of electro black and whites
of yellows and oranges, red and grey we stand on the precipice of change but we are only earthen vessels
of grime and pallid soot
we rub off on each other
feeling the root, just another root
to be dug up and re-planted
going back into the ground
six feet down
the skeletal chamber
where the soul is enshrined
until its time
of re-birth
Universal You
believing all you tune into
believing what was fed
every night before bed
the stories you were told
the truth of growing old
but they didn’t tell you
it starts again
and again
the slow hum
of eternity
working backwards…
ahhh universal you ahhhh universal you ahhh universal you
we are all universalists we are all universalists we are from the universe
deconstructed self-destruction Reconstruction