Universal You - Kevin Max

With all of us she/he/they/whatever you choose

Of the neighborhood building blocks to our communal refuge

Of electro black and whites

Of yellows and oranges, red and grey

We stand on the precipice of change

But we are only earthen vessels

Of grime and pallid soot

We rub off on each other

Feeling the root, just another root

To be dug up and re-planted

Going back into the ground

Six feet down

The skeletal chamber

Where the soul is enshrined

Until its time

Of re-birth

Universal You

Believing all you tune into

Believing what was fed

Every night before bed

The stories you were told

The truth of growing old

But they didn’t tell you

It starts again

And again

The slow hum

Of eternity

Working backwards…

Ahhh universal you

Ahhhh universal you

Ahhh universal you

We are all universalists

We are all universalists

We are from the universe

Deconstructed

Self-destruction

Reconstruction