I never remember wrapping myself with the dirt around
I can’t remember the moment when I ran down the street
Shelter, please protect me.
To the place on the street, slipping down the drain
Watching the rainbow, the pure sheen of oil
Is the monument still standing? It kisses each crescent and then travels
on and on
But when does it reach heaven? Is it the same floor I climbed to reach my bliss
The white and red, the gluttony of shallow skin stretched thin
I turn around and walk down the stairs that turn into a path
The softness of the earth, the intoxicating joy of the pines
I rejoice in wrapping myself with the air, leaves, quenching my thirst with the rain and then falling deep into the earth.