"all we are the same seed
rib of mud were shaped-in"
"Im not river im not waterfall
Im not falling apart
without the vessel"
"Rule over the fish, the living things,
keep down and lock them in
arrested, are not human being
oh! we are a mess of dust
embracing by the dark
and riding on the swallowed light
all we are some solid mass
creating our own time
and drawn in sun king burning lines
God saw what he'd done,
and it was good...
there was evening the sixth day...
who cares about the time
the earth's spining why?
who cares about the time
the constellations die
why can we see their light?
why can we see their light?