Spinning, arms spread,
Crushing the tops of mountains
With my hands.
As I dive into the Pacific
I flood the shorelines.
And I exhale-
Causing the oceans' endless waves
As I emerge-
Shaking the wreckage from my hair
With my hands.
As this rainforest
Falls beneath my knees,
I want to breathe
Life into the Dead Sea.
Below, where is your boat?
You are slow, you are slow.
I will play until the sky is black-
Breathe in all the air-
Exhale and choke the land with carbon...
...burn it all.
Looking down
From where I stand,
I can see the curvature of the Earth.
I want to make it flat.
-George Pettit, Alexisonfire
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