Our bodies are temporary, let it be known:
from the start, we start to lose them.
Depreciating vehicles stuck under snow,
shoveled out without illusion.
Try to breathe like you breathed
on your very first try,
like you’re filling you up
with an ample supply for goodbye...
Our bodies are temporary, let it be shown
thru summer evening fading daylight:
violet tissue, into flesh,
into bone, into dust,
into brightest, blackest midnight.
Try to see like you’ll see
at your very last light,
like you’re watching a flood
from a comfortable height for goodnight...
Try to breathe like you breathed
on your very first try,
like you’re filling you up
with an ample supply for goodbye...
