Symbiosis Midwest

Hold your breath
Until you can’t hold
Your breath anymore
Then tell me we’re not animals
Like the blood in our veins makes you special
Like the channels from our eyes to our brains don’t all shut down when we can’t
breathe
Like what fills your lungs is better
Like the dust you’ll become is any different than what’s in everything
I saw us all in the vulture nourished with carrion
The small dead parts of an old life
Become the wings that’ll carry 'em
You should’ve seen us
Running in packs last Saturday
To a soundtrack of cicada songs
And the rattle of modern machinery
Pride-less lions biting necks
In the name of Aslan
For a spot in eternity
But that’s just called
Giving up on eternity
You’ve just gotta wake up
And hang out
With your really big fucking family
Oh, our breath
All our breath