Ladder up,
You know the sky,
You see it every day.
You are me.
We are one,
We live in a hole.
The world is damp
And uncomfortable
Like a body.

Tell us freedom is a myth,
Getting up to carry ourselves
Around each day.
A tight ladder to another dimension,
Say I have to stay,
Sleep and wake
With these people I know,
Ones I live with on a branch
Like a bird gulping the naked air of song
Like a big drink cold as water
Filling the cistern of us together,
Laying in the hot heavy hand of brick work laws
That click us away as so much time for money
And money for time breaking up the ghastly line.