Pores of the legs i stand
my only stomata,
this air my simple silent truth,
a simple chemical.
Time over matter
overpowers
the sense
that meant something once
in many stories.
children inch into the sphere,
escaping total mystery.
Dig in, dig in,
tweet tweet,
shoot a bird.
Moths don't eat nylon,
or so i'm told.
my only stomata,
this air my simple silent truth,
a simple chemical.
Time over matter
overpowers
the sense
that meant something once
in many stories.
children inch into the sphere,
escaping total mystery.
Dig in, dig in,
tweet tweet,
shoot a bird.
Moths don't eat nylon,
or so i'm told.
