Destination Unknown

1.

The canopy squirrels leap and chatter,

the sipping doves disappear in a flurry

of gray and white.

 

Earth slides through space-time

like a whisper through a sieve.

 

We dwell underground,

burrowing through violent tunnels

of self-doubt.

 

Earth slides through space-time

like a whisper through a sieve.

 

2.

When salvation suddenly serenades us

with the boisterous song of serendipity,

we climb out of the dirt,

we climb out of the dirt.

 

In the sky our dreams scatter like leaves

in the fluxing sun-stream.

 

As the glittery metropolis of discovery expands outward,

the sound of lips softly kissing fills the stadium of our hearts

with the unrestrained roar of rejuvenation.

 

In the sky our dreams scatter like leaves

in the fluxing sun-stream.

 

3.

Make it beautiful,

make it brutal,

but do make it.

 

Scrape the stars under your fingernails;

light the sky with your smile.

 

Make it beautiful,

make it brutal,

but do make it.

 

(The canopy squirrels leap and chatter,

the sipping doves disappear in a flurry

of gray and white.)

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