Find them, find them!
In the thickets and in-between vines,
intertwined hair dug like a burial ground.
Find them, find them!
Holding heaven up with rustic branches of our brothers,
white leaves whipping the blanketing crimson grass.
I see them, I see them!
Hiding hymns, hanging from their tails, horrid stench hails onto
cracked backs arched below the reefs dangling briefly
at the length of mountains.
We see them, we see them!
Having lemonade together, in crystal wine glasses, all dressed
in suits and skirts that are pressed to the skin so deeply
their bodies becomes meshed from the design.
They see us, they see us!
Smiling warmly as the omniscient spotlight
igniting the background with blinding rays
like an exploding supernova
a fire squad shooting each piece of life
so space wont be so alone anymore.
