pollution

pollution
the air is black and grey
the solution
is to float far far away

into the cosmos
there's no air up there

up above
there's only stardust
that's more than enough
sustenance

down on earth
I am perfecting the art

of falling apart 

the atmosphere is killing

gravity- let me go
I'd like to depart
I'd like to float

upwards  ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


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the art 

of wearing your earthly
 heart

on your material sleeve

where does that leave

  you?   

bereft -------


time and time and time
again
when oh when oh when
will you learn
child of the stars
to breathe in gold
and not hold
within clouds of black dust
bits of poisoned earthly crust
here on the cusp
//////              of a cosmic life
let go



the art              

 of wavering

of endangering 

       a hard-fought peace

this cough won't go away
 it won't cease

pollution
london  air is black and grey
to breathe it in
it will make your insides fray

your lungs will no doubt
fall apart

the night forest in translucent 

the sky is doing something

///words relayed, responses delayed

the storyteller and the wanderer

we clamber over gates

start down a baron path way

a metallic river

the trees are growing all around

i struggle to make a sound
 to speak to breathe

ribs rattle and bones squeak

mouths stays quiet

modern soul

pollution
the air is black and grey
the solution
is to float far far away

into the cosmos

and on and on and on and on and on
(yo im dying out here)