Meet Gaia’s sun 9 times
10 years later, he’ll derange your skin
Tell a lie a thousand times
And that version of the universe
Will take hold by consensus
This is the truth now
Building vasculature to feed his cancer
A nonconformist who walks sideways
Pale of skin, freckled
Digging craters of longevity
There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre
Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot
