the dirt the glass

say, hey,

there's a world out there, kid,

and it's just full of

the bad the good the weird and ugly

you gotta see it,

you just gotta feel it

take it in your hands

roll it around squeeze it shake it

till it settles between the ridges in your fingers

and then let it stay.

let it bake in the sun,

bind and crack.

it's yours now, ya see?

but it's filled the canyons in your skin

smoothed them over

your mark is gone

the dirt

the glass

the dust won't tell of you

the world is gone, is you

what is there left to touch?