Nature’s a ride or die bitch

Nature’s a ride or die bitch
But you wouldn’t know
What you cant control
You can’t trust the ground
You’ll get lost in the sound
Motherfuckin word is born
Your paintings will not remain
Your photographs- they photograph nothing
They don’t say a fuckin thing
Your discourse vs. a snowflake
Your ennuiĀ  vs. an earthquake
Shake your fists at the sky
But this body is a loan
Your flesh and your bone
You quietly groan- that this is your home!

Nature’s a ride or die bitch for sure!

Your discourse vs. a tree limb
Your ennui vs. your breathing!
We are on our own!