Time Travelers
We small and lonely creatures
Invent ourselves in memories
And mysteries
Every day we build ourselves a better story
Out of the fading sands
That no one else remembers
Try to make it clay
Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.
We small and lonely creatures
Invent ourselves in memories
And mysteries
Every day we build ourselves a better story
Out of the fading sands
That no one else remembers
Try to make it clay
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When birds eventually fade into the smog and wildfires
And the absence of insects collapses
Everything
The trees will must evolve into the niche of birds
Leaves for feathers
Acorn
Eggs
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