i dont have the courage to leap or to long or to take the last step

i stand like a statue frozen like a statue - still and polished and never moving, chipping away the parts that are no wanted. my paint was stripped long ago
the only risk i take is in the transport. arms and legs and noses that fall, in war and in anger and in the selfish that lives in us all. the thing we wish to pretend is instinct and not something we, ourselves, raised and perfected

you tell me its the weather while you stand pouring water on me