Under the above, above the below
A light dome glowing from the homes on the coast
Somehow each one makes their way back to it
And every year the reservoir fills up with fluid

Pathways, holes, and cords connect everyone
To each pair of lungs inflating under the sun
Warm eras shift back into ice ages
I go extinct and retrogress to simpler phases

With south being below us, now up are mountains
Moons, and clouds
Someday maybe act your age
Stand up straight, know where and walk that way

A low tide exposes what hides in a high tide
For every right a wrong is right on the other side
Corn fields turn beige and into mazes
Planetary systems go through certain phases

First thing to slither up on land was a fish
Walked to the forest to build cities with it
Retire in it's incessant empire
Make and fight fires, through trees weave wires

Into your house lies but just your mind mirroring in a lake—like
High lake pines. Some other day, maybe feel your age
Lay down in a grave. Know 'where' and step that way
Know 'when' and catch that wave, know 'why'—so lie awake

South being below us, now up are mountains
Moons, and clouds
Someday maybe act your age
Stand up straight, know where and walk that way