Structureless Design

Satellites wax and wane

Alternating the same

Dark projections of everything under our skies

And all that we are

Is something to keep

The shadows and sun apart from one another

Another

Another

Another

Outside, outside we'll all beware:

Nothing doesn't get old!

Some of our fluids will stain

The appearance of flesh

And the bones will get old, burned and buried alive

And nothing we do

Can keep us from sleep

The sun and the shadows will rapidly decay

Decay

Decay

Decay

Outside, outside we'll all beware:

Nothing doesn't get old!

These things gradually wear you down

Falling shadows folding out

We are a structureless design

Subtle breathing out and in