However shall we fill our time?
Exquisite distances
between the lines
Three thousand years to get to outer space
all the time wishing we were
face to face
What makes a difference?
Is it information spat back to the earth?
Why not just use our lives
to celebrate the moment of our birth?
You can bring the olives
and I will bring some wine
he can cook some lentils
and she can bring petroleum and rice
and we will slay the fatted calf
and take a bath within its blood
as we recall that in the end
we’re mulch to mulch and mud to mud
