synthetic flying machine

up and over

we go through the waving undertow

i will float until i learn how to swim

inside my mother in a garbage bin

until i find myself again

again

up and over

we go mouths open wide and spilling snow

i will spit until i learn how to speak

up through the doorway as the sideboards creak

with them ever proclaiming me

me

up and over

eyes open wide into down below

i will shout until they know what i mean

i mean the marriage of a dead dog sing

and a synthetic flying machine

machine

ok