Living-room rain and birds indoors
This cannot be true
It spreads at light-speed
My goal is to commune with everything
This cannot be true
Humans eventually become people
My goal is to commune with everything
Like a blow to the gut
Humans eventually become people
Everything separated into its parts
Like a blow to the gut
While everyone dreams of green.
Everything separated into its parts
It spreads at light-speed
While everyone dreams of green.
Living-room rain and birds indoors