Outside

 

Cleanse iron pot: Scrape filth aside
Flense our skeleton from our hide
Lensing, micro macro wide
No more safe harbor: We're Outside.

Cure our disease illness desires
Slur your venom into our core
 blur us — static white noise liar
Bless us, wretched paramour

Spine erects into a mast
Lines from tendons rigging hull
Our word is bonded and held fast
peck at our sails: You're a free seagull.
Navigation neverending
this pearl, this globe we swim around
it spins too, we speed along
stars roar by in clear night skies
listen to the wind rush:
Hear the pulse of our song!

Only the smallest things are free
and we're too large, you and we
we are trapped by gravity
and down this well
is where
we'll 
be.