From The Dirt Up

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Come down to the dirt and the decomposed

 
Come see how the green grass grows

 
Shaped by hands of wooden fingers

 
Through the soil the willow lingers 

Come see how the green grass grows

 
Come deflate your feet an a bed of flower sand

 
Let the sun kiss your ass and the moon watch you dance 

Ventricles and arteries aimed out at the sky

 
Breathing in the wind and the carbon dioxide

 
A rhythm wrapped in water running to the lowest point

 
A system pinched by plastic in a crucial joint 

A mouth in the ground wide open like a friendly tongue

 
A hole in the head closed shut like a window to the sun