If I could build
my own little world
for me to live in
for you to live in
the sky
would always be that perfect blue
when the sun goes under the mountains
and everything glows with its own light
and the wind would be calm and cool and complete
unless you wanted it otherwise.
Our little world would be
little
small and flat and filled
with people that we know and love
people that we wish to be,
thinkers, dreamers, hopers, lovers,
writers, artists, doers, others,
and no Republicans allowed
unless you wanted it otherwise.
I’d build the world from feathers
and string
and song
I’d put everything where it belongs
And in the little world I made
sugar wouldn’t be unhealthy
hatred wouldn’t come so natural
living wouldn’t cease to change
everyone would be fully awake
fully alive
and dying wouldn’t happen
unless you wanted it otherwise.
When I think of the world that I’d create
that we’d create,
it lifts me to my feet
fills my ribs and bones
makes me feel I were a part of you
and you a part of me
but secretly
I hope
that you would never
want it otherwise.
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