We huffed the sky into our mouths.
We saw the ocean and drank it down
because we were giants or maybe birds,
we slept with lions, tucked into their fur.
The world may seem cruel.
The worldly may hate us.
In time we will show the world why the world made us.
(The good we must savor.
The bad we must slough.
Sooner or later the focus gets soft.)
Slip into epiphany.
Oversee oversight.
A good stumble's a symphony.
A good drift takes drive.
Quartz doesn't burn.
Rust doesn't hum.
Maybe we should blame it on the structures of the sun.
Every machine
we've made must bow
to what the wolf and cub have found.
We saw the ocean and drank it down
because we were giants or maybe birds,
we slept with lions, tucked into their fur.
The world may seem cruel.
The worldly may hate us.
In time we will show the world why the world made us.
(The good we must savor.
The bad we must slough.
Sooner or later the focus gets soft.)
Slip into epiphany.
Oversee oversight.
A good stumble's a symphony.
A good drift takes drive.
Quartz doesn't burn.
Rust doesn't hum.
Maybe we should blame it on the structures of the sun.
Every machine
we've made must bow
to what the wolf and cub have found.