A satiated bear Sitting back on the chair I'm full So now how am I aware?
Our bones will blow away But what do I care? Mountain shape Towns people's offerings
Are you still standing there? My delicate contentedness I'm unkind And soon will be hungry
Are you coming over for dinner? Are you coming over for lunch? A hole in the side of the building A crack in the mountain opens Contentedness on its foundation Of constantly waking up to obliteration
Of pieces of world And blown away bones I'm full And I have found my home
Sitting up in the bed In the small town at night Mountain shape Was that someone knocking?
It was my appetite Curious and wide-eyed Two question marks And then the door blew down