The Only Thing Moving
separate the bone from the machinery
and its essence passes through invisible
honey drips onto the stone
mind, a stone so solid
you can't touch it
separate the bone from the machinery
a hierarchy of values
black and white
honey drips onto the stone
a whole religion
if they speak Spanish I don't understand
separate the bone from the machinery
a pinwheel of values
if they speak English I don't understand
honey drips onto the stone
two months of inhaling sea salt
I walk on the sun
separate the bone from the machinery
honey drips onto the stone