Do you know the day you will die?
Revolution.
Reaching out into the black death.
Reaching in for razor sharp fireworks.
My thick skin is a place of shelter.
A dirt trap underground.
Reaching out into the black death.
Feet on fire follow me.
Evolution.
My feelings are giants.
Separated by the fence between us.
The game of your life.
Do you remember the day you were born?

By Brianna, Charlie, and Zhamere (High School/High Tech)
[photo by feebnap via flickr]