We built fences
Even while we looked for a way out
And and and and and
Another night with roman candles
Or wrapped in lonelier smoke
Gather the world around you
Skirts, sea-level, trace elements
A bag that’s a tube that risks being another fence
Somewhere someone is painting a silo
And somewhere else a silo is refusing to be painted
This is a rainy day vs. a hearty stew
This is the space between vs. the space in all things
This is all things like livestock and repetition and forgotten rules
There is a braid that brings us together, those that’ll make it and those that won’t
These flowers in my arms, this oxygen in my eyes
The gas we’ll save when we get there
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