There's one place we're all going yet to be disproved call it the light or a candy bribe you can't stop moving toward it it's a suction-magnet-maze where you recline and become unmade when the dirt hits your face you part like water and the rope that drops you down is the smoke that chokes you out the anthem you snuck on his airplane disguised as an orchard and if you think you're living now wait 'til you rub the grain on the opposite ugliest side of a beautiful membrane when he steps up to speak he'll be wearing crossed hairs or concentric circles depending on your vision point your spiny mind aimed in all directions give it a loving nudge give it an early warning know your uniform be brave in your uniform be just in your uniform stay warm in your uniform