Skin Is Mortal

If my nostrils were bigger My inhales would last forever Then, I can breath. Firstly. Profoundly. deeply Fill my atom with Suns A glittering flowing breath fly elaborately to Cairo Sit on a nightly spot Warming the center of the world close the book let dust manifest Why do we insist on coming back If we hate it here so much Why do we come to life The skin enveloping you Is no match for the windy state Skin up my child Reach out and fortify When they tried to kill 'your people' They killed all peoples Death have no skin Skin is mortal