when we were just children in the schoolyard,
boys and girls all alone with
no love, we had
no love, and we have
can't you speak the language of the gods?
can't you tell them all our hopes and dreams?
tell them not to cut these threads so short they'll
unwind like yarn, into sections and sectors and
apostrophes and commas,
the final breath of a nation at rest, at ease,
this isn't easy, it was never easy,
like the sun and moon and stars above,
below, we live in the center of the universe,
no one will come for us now, no one,