Laments

I WANT TO LIVE IN
A SILVER WRAPPER.
I WILL SEE
WHOOPING ROCKS FLY
I WILL ICE ON MY BLACK SIDE
AND STEAM ON MY OTHER
WHEN I FLOAT BY SUNS.
I WANT TO LICK FOOD
FROM THE CEILING.
I AM AFRAID TO STAY
ON THE EARTH.
FATHER HAS CARRIED ME
THIS FAR ONLY TO HAVE ME
BURN AT THE EDGE OF SPACE.
FACTS STAY IN YOUR MIND
UNTIL THEY RUIN IT.
THE TRUTH IS PEOPLE ARE
PUSHED AROUND BY TWO
MEN WHO MOVE ALL THE
BODIES ON EARTH INTO
PATTERNS THAT PLEASE
THEM. THE PATTERNS SPELL
OH NO NO NO
BUT IT DOES NO GOOD
TO WRITE SYMBOLS.
YOU HAVE TO DO THE
RIGHT ACTS WITH YOUR
BODY. I SEE SPACE AND IT
LOOKS LIKE NOTHING AND
I WANT IT AROUND ME.
-Jenny Holzer from Laments