Break the camp

flame in the dark
smell of the lamp
land of milk and honey
break the camp

kerosene and diesel
blurry minor cords
floating window
feathers of sound

tiny plastic balls
in the water and food
now like sand
sliding into us tall
shoot guns off
in the big truck hills of fir
clearcuts and beer cans
truck tires thrown into canyons

the heat rises
the waves come
nobody knows
like the rose
in water

cause maybe it is
waves of matter
waves of time
a mirror of ourselves
fate of one planet
nothing but dust

so forget
lay in the tall grass
feel the heat
of the ground
watch the clouds
all day round
the warm wind
and its sound
on the
spine of the world
and forget
until we remember
the first time