a note on the body

your body still your body

your arms still wing

your mouth still a gun

         you tragic, misfiring bird

you have all you need to be a hero

don’t save the world, save yourself

you worship too much & you worship too much

when prayer doesn’t work:dance, fly, fire

this is your hardest scene

when you think the whole sad thing might end

but you live，oh, you live

everyday you wake you raise the dead

          everything you do is a miracle