in the beginning
i came in to being
as a single expression
pushed out from her organs
i don't know what i shall be called
how will i ever find my home?
after a while
we gathered the others
and formed a new language
pushed out from our organs
i want to know what i shall be called
i need a name to have for my own
our appetite for ambition
into delightful divisions
fractions of fractions of fractions
and each has their places
i got words in my body
i got words in my body
terms to partition everything
nomenclature
1 | Verb Noun |
2 | The Push |
3 | Ethel |
4 | The Little Patton |
5 | Calliope |
6 | Coyote Song |