You
want everything in your hold
Why
should one dragged to it who is the sky?
Build
as many worlds you like in the world
You
say eachbody is free
But
like dry ice want others under your shadow
Countless
hollow bellies O you’ve nothing to do
Countless
hollow minds O you’ve nothing to do
A
detouched statue in mass-wood you gift liberty
Build
as many worlds you like in the world
You
think what god brothers & sisters wink
To
the tune of big bosses & idols you dance
You
trek the track of autocracy in toto
Advancing
oars like a crab you glance
and
quickly retreat to your hole-fold
Build
as many worlds you like in the world
In
self-purge to whitewash futility
the
east introxicates you with spirituality
the
west showers wine of techno-fruitility
You
timely blossom from bud
Nature reflects or not your body precasts spring
From
time to time you change your crust
,,
time to time you change your depot + spot
,,
time to time you change your bedmate
Distancing
one another [sealed] in [separate]
[boxes]
you
can’t quit you can’t sit in the perch !
If
you sit can’t leave, can’t you join & combine?
Having
aroma or not in un/time you end
Why
should one stop anywhere who is the wind?
You
want everything in your hold
Why
should one dragged to it who is the sky?
Build
as many worlds you like in the world
