We Dematerialise
Our lives
We launch
Into a dreamtime
Of tropical climes
Alien sunrises
Fresh horizons of the mind
We innoculate ourselves against capital
Live in the ruins
Amongst the thorns
Berries fill our basket
We gather wild flowers for the table
Keep feathered dinosaurs
Eat their eggs
We carry our lives
Like a snail its home
We take our time
We make it our own.