This chair is all chairs
This is the Throne of Heaven
This, the throne of Hell
Sitting here, sitting at the heavenly choir
Sitting on the bus, on the toilet,
Sitting still as I drive, sitting
As I work away
My life is one, punctuated by
Getting up to sit somewhere else,
Moving to sit, hurrying to sit
All the leather chairs will fade away
All the hard wooden benches will
Break, all folding chairs, all
Church pews, fade and fail
When I an dead
I will sit on the earth
It too will fade away
Only my sitting will remain
