We all slip in and out of consciousness
In our own private modes
We are houses for music
And sometimes she's home

But to let alone time
In any given moment, she's
Taken the car and left you noteless
She's crashed out on your red futon bed
In a college town
She's out at the bar, and soon she'll be home
She's amplifying the sunshine of your childhood memories
Making funny remarks, making dinner in the kitchen
Cute as hell, wearing those yoga pants.

In chaos for there to be order,
Rivulets stream to and from your mind.

Concretely, you inhale air, food, and water
And exhale carbon dioxide, **** and ****.

But really, it's all the same business.

There would be no bow of colors if the light never crashed,
Emptying contents and putting a gruesome picture on the highway's sad shoulder.
It's a whole eternity.
I don't like your attitude on life. I like mine
I think it's 'broken' and I know
It's divine.