in da' club on a thursday morning.

[shey_shaw]

It seems peculiar to me
we are all walking in ocean
with bones below us
but we say they are stones
and they may very well be stones
and bones all the same

yet If we could bring ourselves
to sort through the silt
we would still see rocks
because nobody likes a raven
when there is a morning dove

and when water is air
your lungs are stones
and the silt is a bed
for you to rest your bones.