it's early says the saturn dance
the trees have yet to lose their prints
i look into my own rhetorical glee
and mention all the names
that drown in table ash
i am dying
i am dying instead
the stars have scarfed the oceans
i'm kisses away from being fine
i don't injure butterlies
i just watch them spread their curves
and play with morning birds
selfless to my own omissions
i am dying instead
conclusions seem so minor
revolutions seem at best
i am dying instead
i am dying instead
wait for it to involve the crowd
i am moments alone from firing down
if i disappear into my zone
i'll fight for beeds and genesis
kisses the night in open clouds
i am disposable
and dying instead
dying instead
where the trees are full of pirates
and night's a darkened mood
i starve the legs of beatrice
and we play on like asteroids
dealing with the cancelled air
i am there
you are here
and it sends us off
but i am dying instead
dying at head
i am keying the surf of dreams
and moving closer
to a tangent broom