Territory

Your chest is your territory
every caress and punch you record
Your vagina is your territory
every pilgrimage and invasion you recall
The street is your territory
you wave the flag and yell
Your memory is your territory
any single debris you reject to sell
The wasteland is your territory
you delineate with your harvest
The tree is your territory
you mark with your urine smell
The mountain is your territory
in her cave you conceive
The river is your territory
on his ripples you dwell

You own the rail trail
and allow trains passing by
You own the skywalk
in your kingdom let them come and go
You own the dark tunnel underneath
and let the little light shine
You own the dimension above
and design the fundamental skyline
You own your bath
where you moan aqua que me quemo
You own your time
where you touch the void
You own your solitude
where you dye and marbleize
You own your graveyard
where eagles bring you to the sky

You own your destiny
your destiny embraces you
You own your instincts
your instincts survive without you
Every day you dreams of your territory
where lives your migrant soul
A territory that enables you to spell
It's Mine
It's Mine
It's Mine