Under the above, above the below
a light dome glowing from the homes on the coast
Somehow each one makes their way back to it
and every year the reservoir fills up with fluid
Pathways, holes, and cords connect everyone
Warm eras shift back into ice ages
I go extinct and retrogress to simpler phases
With
south being below us
now up are mountains
moons, and clouds
Someday
maybe act your age
stand up straight
know where and walk that way
A low tide exposes what hides in a high tide
for every right a wrong is right on the other side
Corn fields turn beige and into mazes
First thing to slither up on land was a fish
Retire in it's incessant empire
make and fight fires, through trees weave wires
Into your
mirroring in a lake like
high lake pines
maybe feel your age
lay down in a grave know 'where' and
to each pair of lungs inflating under the sun
planetary systems go through certain phases
walked to the forest to build cities with it
house lies but just your mind
Some other day
step that way, know 'when' and
catch that wave, know 'why' so
lie awake