We all sit here today looking at this green eyed monument.
A monument in a light blue robe, textile wrapped.
This monument asleep, it was cut open, stiched, and now in rest.
A monument laid down, looking up.
A monument of stone, white washed.
A monument brushed with palm tree brush and sea salt.
Now, please drink your coconut water. Today we clean. Sorrow leaves.
Only a few days passed, and those few days sufficed.
In that time, all the sediment compressed.
The rocks crushed, the minerals squeezed, air left.
The sand that travelled in his veins, got stuck.
An armour protects the heart, and stone, covers it full.
His back suddenly rigid, will no longer bend.
Downward. Upward. Let go, let go, let go’s of his mind.
Two beautiful women ran naked years before this and asked for help.
Late at night, they sat him down at a party, they warned “you will petrify”.
He did not listen.
Later, they put their right breast outside their rugged clothes and grabbed a bow.
Then they sharpened the arrow and shot.
The shot cracked the stone, the arrows broke.
Silence crept.
Later, a wise old lady started giving advice at an abandoned warehouse.
She said theee things non sensically:
“Lord, grab the wheel”
“Write it, regret it... say it, forget it”
“In a forest of dark, grew the tiniest spark”
The crowd was too uptight to understand.
Behind this the monument watched.
All neon like.
A monument in a light blue robe, textile wrapped.
This monument asleep, it was cut open, stiched, and now in rest.
A monument laid down, looking up.
A monument of stone, white washed.
A monument brushed with palm tree brush and sea salt.
Now, please drink your coconut water. Today we clean. Sorrow leaves.
Only a few days passed, and those few days sufficed.
In that time, all the sediment compressed.
The rocks crushed, the minerals squeezed, air left.
The sand that travelled in his veins, got stuck.
An armour protects the heart, and stone, covers it full.
His back suddenly rigid, will no longer bend.
Downward. Upward. Let go, let go, let go’s of his mind.
Two beautiful women ran naked years before this and asked for help.
Late at night, they sat him down at a party, they warned “you will petrify”.
He did not listen.
Later, they put their right breast outside their rugged clothes and grabbed a bow.
Then they sharpened the arrow and shot.
The shot cracked the stone, the arrows broke.
Silence crept.
Later, a wise old lady started giving advice at an abandoned warehouse.
She said theee things non sensically:
“Lord, grab the wheel”
“Write it, regret it... say it, forget it”
“In a forest of dark, grew the tiniest spark”
The crowd was too uptight to understand.
Behind this the monument watched.
All neon like.
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