Mice and moles made of paper cuts chasing down a dream. Kids fight, animals fight. They always say you didn’t have to do that. What a hopeless code, like setting off a firework in your hand. Like a firework set off in your hand. Everything is a dream, so no need to give chase. Open the front page, see for yourself. Can’t find the spin for the fog you’re in. Some are certain this is the meaning of meditation. I want to break through with you, but not to the other side. It’s hard. I’ve heard that consciousness is two parts water and one part breath. It is not like the din of a city. It doesn’t sound like Loveless. It is mostly silence, and how do you even describe what that’s like? Here’s an idea for a mental illness. Here’s an idea for a car with no windows. Here’s a perfect study of the resurrection. Craft, and diligence. Tremors and tracings. Of course I feel eyes on me. There’s a lot I need to let go, but first I’ll treat you horribly for a while. Define gray areas everywhere. Like I said. Split the baby’s lip and you’ll get a cancer of guilt and a gut. But you can do something about it. Just remember what’ll render the past unsurvivable. Got rizz on your spacesuit. I think a loaded question asked you to do that. And all while asleep in the museum of asymmetry. Twofold more difficult to spell. 2 Kool 2 Be 4-Gotten. This is what the Earth has been dreaming of, deep down in its planetary gears. I put hot sauce on my Earth to let it know I notice it everyday.