And Then I Worry About Carbon Monoxide

What if everytime you breathed in air You learned something? When art begins to devour itself It walks in our very footsteps And I'm not talking about the shadows of our footsteps I'm talking about the dimensions we sold to higher ground when the Unemployment check decided for us we were worthless Though our eyes glow like beacons For each other, thirsty for connection And then learning how not to cry as children... We live like children now Through the basements of our dreams. And some of us have forgotten where the windows are.