i'm going to fall off the face of the earth
become a tiny dot that never pissed anything off
i'm going to take my paper thin feelings back to mars
reverse gravity pulls so far away
my feet flying from the floors
no words shoud come clear through the atmosphere
so have no fear
they won't knock you down from here
i've heard of bells that ring once
but echo out a long time
i've heard of words written and said
that are read every day in togetherness
i know why those sounds died
muffled by the great immobile swamp
crocodiles toss a lazy eye toward their killings
shedding tears that aren't believable
but meaning every one
