DEATH TO BIRTH

...My eyes finally wide open up,
my eyes finally wide open shut
to find the found of sound.
That hears the touch of my tears,
Smells the taste of all we waste.
Could feed the others,
but we smother each other
with the nectar and pucker the sour of sugar sweet weather
blows through our trees
swims through our seas
flies to the last gasp we left on this earth...