VNB1ND1NG MYS3LF 4S 4...

unbinding myself as a 
daily practice, scattering 
thought seed bombs with abandon 

D0M3ST1C4T3D B3Y0ND...

domesticated beyond 
our desires, which remain wild; 
hearts and brains think different 

BV1LD1NG MY S4NCTV4RY...

building my sanctuary 
against endless suffering, 
one nonsense thought at a time 

W3 ST4CK3D BR1CKS PR3TTY D4MN H1GH...

we stacked bricks pretty damn high, 
drunk off our human ego 
and thinking this is progress 

4NY0N3 WH0'S PR0M1S1NG...

anyone who’s promising 
salvation while still tethered 
to existence is lying 

P13C1NG 1T 4LL T0G3TH3R...

piecing it all together 
as best we can - all of us, 
across the whole goddamned Earth 

V4P0R W4V1NG G00DBY3 T0...

vapor waving goodbye to 
another day spent chasing 
after bad money, no good 

M0ST D4YS, TH3 M0RN1NG M1RR0R...

most days, the morning mirror 
reflects a reluctant gaze, 
resigned to chasing carrots 

C0NSVM1NG MYTH0L0G13S...

consuming mythologies 
which we wish to represent 
us, in deeply settled state 

4ND Y3T, TH3 D1ST4NT FVCKIN'...

and yet, the distant fuckin’ 
places we come from still lay claim 
to muddied identity 

N0T SVR3 1 B3L13V3 TH3R3'S SVCH...

not sure I believe there’s such 
a thing as good flag; ego 
and/or profit makes politics 

B4R3LY SH3LT3R3D 4G41NST ST0RMS...

barely sheltered against storms 
I perceive to be present 
regardless of how settled 

HVM4N H34RTS R3M41N R3STL3SS...

human hearts remain restless, 
because whatever we’ve built 
doesn’t satisfy whimsy 

T0 B3C0M3 0N3 W1TH N4TVR3...

to become one with nature, 
you first have to stop acting 
so goddamned unnatural 

1 C0M3 FR0M P30PL3 WH0 P1N...

I come from people who pin 
our battered hoods with pride to 
vehicles that hardly start 

P0L1SH1NG TH3 W1LD C0VNTRY...

polishing the wild country, 
hiring redneck landscapers… 
fuck that, let’s build whirligigs 

BV1LD1NG 4N 3NV1R0NM3NT...

building an environment 
of chaotic whimsy ain’t 
gonna happen overnight 

F1ND1NG P34C3 1N TH3 M4RG1NS...

finding peace in the margins 
where ain’t nobody looking, 
at least not at the moment 

MY GVT 1NTV1T10N G0T...

my gut intuition got 
fermented along back roads, 
where reality is fried 

W4SN'T B0RN T0 F0LL0W CL0CKS...

wasn’t born to follow clocks, 
so tend towards them places 
where hours and minutes don’t count