You spend a whole life

out of reach of the moon.

And then you inhale one

day, head whizzing out past

the crown of air.

You see what pebble it is,

ordinary and perfect without

remark.

It's just like taking a train back

into town

and seeing the napes of

the buildings you've

spent all those hours in, nesting.

Your perch is unravelled, shown

up.

You spend a whole life

out of reach of the moon.

And then you inhale one

day, head whizzing out past

the crown of air.

You see what pebble it is,

ordinary and perfect without

remark.

It's just like taking a train back

into town

and seeing the backsides of

the buildings you've

spent all those hours in, nesting.

Your perch is unravelled, shown

up.

You spend a whole life

out of reach of the moon.

And then you inhale one

day, head whizzing out past

the crown of the air.

You see what a pebble it is,

ordinary and perfect without

remark.

It's just like taking a train back

into town

and seeing the backsides of

the buildings you've

spent all those hours in, nesting.

Your perch is unravelled, shown

up.