Hey
Why are your nipples in your nostrils?
Why is your glide so short of mine?
I will eat your apples
So that the sun
may never touch
your love
We all want knowledge
We yearn to know more
We cycle downward
At the limits
And use our imagination
to plow through walls
of satiation
that hold us down
Restless feeding simulates need
What kind of a god
would place his creatures in a garden
To feed on one another?
We worship hunting
If nothing remains of us
It was always meant to fade
This is our tree now
Life begins at cremation
Let us not be meat
In the maw
Of our creator
