Be a billion bulldozers
breaking down my heart.
A heart is made of human concrete,
it cracks (doesn't tear) and crumbles into sand.
In the palm of your hand you hold a heap of it
and the granules are dispersing through the air.
You should care, you don't
you're wet concrete still,
haven't found out how to solidify,
how to be something real.
But something real isn't just something you can feel.
Its something you'll never be
because you don't get it at all.

Stay stalwart and true,
make gray sparkle silver,
make blue yellow-gold.
Be the rainbow, guide me through
be a million shattering diamonds
at the center of the earth,
like beneath this flesh,
we're all like you inside.
But once we dry up,
the yellow grasses remain.
Shifting, stirring
in the stalwart and true wind.