Are past and future now like if you’re going to know someone can you actually meet them for the first time, come feel under my chin, I like your soft and noble way.
Mud chops air, lips in the ashtray,, pawing. What if in 300 years they forget power, what if the world turned to juice, who will my soul be then, who was my soul before, have we nosed the same air or is it like a multi-dimension thing, no one answer.
Fluming through this loop’s last bit, pulse warm, cat licking time on the oven saying Remember how you like to be: touch ground, swimwalk, stick your tongue out someone might even grab it, no more pairs of left gloves, I’m blood-filled and like to touch, shuffle gently.
philosophical queen
this was a healing read