When it comes apart from me
Rotted roots, a fallen tree,
I’ve forgotten how to be
The god the people want to see.
Dig, dig, dig for something
Nothing in this soil worth keeping
Nothing in this ground worth finding
No one buried worth remembering [4]
It becomes a part of me
This rotten ground on which I sleep
Too late for roots to lift free
Into the trunk the poison seeps
Dig, dig, dig for something
Nothing in this soil worth keeping
Nothing in this ground worth finding
No one buried worth remembering [4]
Rotted shell of me
What is my identity
No more possibilities
Isolated entity.
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