SPOILER ALERT



you don't die
i am flying
the ground is small & tiniest thinging
you song
saw buzzing down tree
trunks off or up into sky for spry
down the crag jagged
tooth chew chomp squash
a gnat a tadpole a workshop in the arctic
i'm a real boy a toy a joke
a broke tug lug shrug
don't know where i put it
ah ha
the edge of the end of the crust
where water is going
to be water
i cry at the end
i never die until after
before the bomb
will will us to speak
the mountains are moving
the flat earth
will soon be tall
i guess a god is enough
or i glass is sand
eeeeeeeee
put it on your tongue
wiggle
there are nothings under the nothing
quarters for teeth
or i am clawing at thin air
what is it
the stuff we need