i feel sorry for you
since you don't even know
i am a golden lion
swimming in pink petals.

thank you kindly, gentlemen,
for the notice.

what could be better
than finding the prototype

so so real
it feels like a fiction

here to
take me somewhere

perhaps i imagine
this life of dreams.

sometimes there are
just a bunch of scattered golden seeds
or flattened green bark
or whatever the ****

and that’s fair

i don’t think i have
any bright ideas
just don’t leap into Mordor
at the drop of a hat

don’t get any ideas

what are you really
prepared to do
with a
living falcon,
other than
put her in a cage?

you don’t even know
about the endless bass,
the shifting shapes,
this internal energy.
my god,
all the lines drawn.

you don’t even know i’m
an octopus,
a living audiowaveform.