Lichen Crystal
You work in strange buildings that look like reconstituted dinosaur thought...
A smelly half smile, with capsule slogans
You keep the divide well, healthy, open...
For those who see straight through your empty notion...
All of you is lizard leather, shooting feathers
Numbing intelligence for data is clever...
Can’t get a grip on you...
I’m lichen– crystal; falling into wild weather
Waiting in mirrors far from you...
Watching your persuasion wither.
