What did you see, little fish?
Because I am here, I am complicit.
He floats towards the song. We all do.
I wonder as nascent mythology / quietly makes the rain.
I like something from nothing.
a noise capable of vibrating beyond the universe’s final heartbeat
God’s angry with the world again
On the poplar, on the poplar, on pain
I’ve forgotten all the lines I was thinking
Have I not had my fill of you, dream babies?