Am I more vegetating than old?
While we sit in the belly of the whale
I put them in a black chest
A dark blue sky over wet roofs
While we sit in the belly of the whale
It hangs like garlands
A dark blue sky over wet roofs
The light is obscured by dust
It hangs like garlands
I walk in a yellow forest
The light is obscured by dust
Savage and without thought.
I walk in a yellow forest
I put them in a black chest
Savage and without thought.
Am I more vegetating than old?