There Was Evening - Cosmic Birds

«all we are the same seed

rib of mud were shaped-in»

«Im not river im not waterfall

Im not falling apart

without the vessel»

«Rule over the fish, the living things,

keep down and lock them in

arrested, are not human being

oh!

we are a mess of dust

embracing by the dark

and riding on the swallowed light

all we are some solid mass

creating our own time

and drawn in sun king burning lines

God saw what he’d done,

and it was good…

there was evening the sixth day…

who cares about the time

the earth’s spining why?

who cares about the time

the constellations die

why can we see their light?

why can we see their light?