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The whole world a toy at the end of a stick
And the fat fingered boy who is brandishing it
Knowing not who she is, knowing not what he does
We collectively pitch as he swings at a dove

The whole world a toy that he keeps on his desk
He will stop between class to observe how she spins
How her land masses move and tectonic plates shift
Wants to know how it’s done, makes her do it again, makes her do it again.

The whole world a pet he is learning to train
And the more he imposes the more she obeys
Her rains redirected, her volcanoes contained
nto clad iron vessels that carve the terrain

And to find there is blood that runs under the soil
To be saved from the primitive ways we once toiled
What a marvelous mission our fishing the earth
For she kept all her jewels like a fool in the dirt

The whole world a woman he can’t look in the eye
After giving her body to him in the night
Her full moon filleted in the strange yellow light
Her once glamorous cities are clamoring hives

And the bottomless oceans he so longed to swim
By daylight are tangles of cellophane fish
And he begs she be calm and not fissure and pitch
For her storms interfere with his satellite dish

The whole world a stone that he turns in his hand
All his worrying wearing a grove in the land
From this seemingly extemporaneous game
He only learned retrospectively just how to play
Still he boldly declares, if I know her at all
She is still keeping secrets deep down in the soil
And if that’s not enough the game still can be won
With the wind through a pinwheel, and the light from the sun

The whole world a looking glass turned on itself
Where he watches him watching her turn on the shelf
Where he watches his own sorry self turn away
For to unfold his dream of an unspoiled place

For beneath this erecting of silica towers
He’s terrestrially lonely and beaconing out
And compulsively longing to rise from the dust
In unearthly perfection and the likeness of god
From his clad iron ship
Isn’t this what I wanted, isn’t this what I wanted, isn’t this what I want?

The whole world a toy that he loved as a kid
When he used to believe he was part of all that
The whole world a sadness inside of his chest
If only, if only to be part of all that

I would swim in her rivers, and drink from her breast
Eat the fruit from her trees, fall asleep in the grass
I would swim in her rivers, and drink from her breast
Eat the fruit from her trees, fall asleep in the grass

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from Where Amanda is King, released December 15, 2017
Special thanks to Jack Rodenberg and Casey Hollingsworth

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