i conspire to have my words never expire solid as my flesh recyclable like my cremated ash when i leave dont grieve raise my body in the trees let the birds feed, so that my soul can see from the clouds where the rain is gatherring from the result of ancient actions do i stand to reign over torn city let my seeds bloom amidst the concrete let the children carve dreams on our backs chalk drawings instead of tag wars if i never come back, the blood was drawn to pay for the loss of my heart this the art of creation can only gather pre-existing reality before this time loyalty, the fabric of the mind burnt for a high? i'll never bunn my family you cant break our ties