Every human who's ever been born,
Because I am every
Human who's ever been born.
Pinoy cuisine by Shoreline Ministries,
Lunar Orthodontics by the Wagyu Factory.
They are instituting a shavings regime
In the quiet before the symbols bellow meaning
And the mules snort uncle and hoses swallow
The thirst like the date oases that dot Cabo,
Aligned with whale birthing noises
That creak through the flagpoles breeze
From deep in the seas, even up here
On the old volcano, the soil still metal and glass,
Water has no resistance here to flow.
The alfalfa is wheeled in on an EZ-Go
With a canopy and sombrero
And some Spanish by way of Guadalajara
To nourish the oaks. The gold is good
For a glow-up in the arena, in a spiral,
The way the galaxy arms explode
Into what you are, light, and light only,
Though the shadows in the shavings
So bright are hauled away by force
With fuming machines, the trace of us
Still more than a rumor, a note,
It must be distributed, like thought
Leadership into the still wilderness,
A first-cut gold that too
Will be consumed
With one eye
To the woods.
