Dust Layers - Mimicking Birds

June traded me for October

Carried me through to the November winds

Caves in the ground, though we often slip

To look outside with squinting eyes

I crawled underneath the weight of all of it

As time squeezed out both sides

You barely move to lift one of your fingers

Just clinch your fist and bend all of them (bend all of them)

Aim towards the ground, you cannot miss

Or aim high if that’s your bulls-eye

Every piece that’s found should not be mis-

Taken as one from your pie

It’s cool how you are just you (Ooh!)

And it’s nice how we can just hang on too (Yeah!)

It seems like we don’t lose our youth (Ooh!)

And I just can’t see losing you (Ooh!)

Born of ice and salt—I'll meet you back there, yeah

'Cause we are foreign travelers

Of many dimensions here or there

Dormant underground:

Like a windblown seed yet sown

One millennium ends tomorrow

Dust layers the cluttered shelf

So many layers of substrate there

But here it’s all layers of dust down to the core

It’s pretty unfortunate now that

It’s only us left none of your precious ores

Good shits still mixed with the dust, but oh well…

It’s just a fraction of what sinks to the floor

As the passing of time aligns

With the layers of dust, pieces of us

Born to cities of rust under the crust

Add another layer of dust

All caked with ice and nebulas