Marriage
You want to know what I actually love?
It is the mind I don’t have access to
Like a flower cut and placed on a kitchen table,
Looking more like a human body than
It could in the field with its kind. What does species matter, Things die please remind me When I say I don’t feel anything, and then
It is better for them to be broken down
Again, a powder once fertile And original. Now In need of none of those powers.
Let me try saying it again, I don’t feel anything So something can die
Further down, yes like that
Like the last time I came across A flower that wasn’t planted. We don’t have to
Make it actual, no more wild purpose of hands.
It is the mind I don’t have access to
Like a flower cut and placed on a kitchen table,
Looking more like a human body than
It could in the field with its kind. What does species matter, Things die please remind me When I say I don’t feel anything, and then
It is better for them to be broken down
Again, a powder once fertile And original. Now In need of none of those powers.
Let me try saying it again, I don’t feel anything So something can die
Further down, yes like that
Like the last time I came across A flower that wasn’t planted. We don’t have to
Make it actual, no more wild purpose of hands.