Etymology (so then...make up a language without deadlines)

Let's reconstruct the root

The etymology

The colonial journey

Away

From indigenous langauge

Let's watch our syntax burn

And when the records gone

Show me what you've learned

Show me in contour lines

This ambush of truth you describe

And yes, you made complete sentences

But no, they don't make sense as to why

Why?

And I have this theory

That my art thrives best on tragedy

I write lyrics with no meaning

Until I need them to comfort me

They comfort me like your body against my back

Hands just below my hips

Breath on my neck

Waking pressure on my chest

They comfort me . . .

Let's reconstruct the root

The etymology . . . .

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