I think if I think hard enough I can escape my bones and my skin. I think I can become some grand cosmic furnace placed in the heavens with Scorpio and Orion churning out star after star like some universal mother. I think I can become an ocean like cold steel pounding and pounding against resistance with froth and fury. I think I can become the warm sun on your face (a pleasant touch that is burning you to death). I think I can become every blade of grass in your lawn every daisy in every field every deer in every wood every tree in every forest every bit of ground beneath your feet every breath in you. I think I can become every drop of blood in your lungs.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
I think if I think hard enough I can escape my bones and my skin. I think I can become some grand cosmic furnace placed in the heavens with Scorpio and Orion churning out star after star like some universal mother. I think I can become an ocean like cold steel pounding and pounding against resistance with froth and fury. I think I can become the warm sun on your face (a pleasant touch that is burning you to death). I think I can become every blade of grass in your lawn every daisy in every field every deer in every wood every tree in every forest every bit of ground beneath your feet every breath in you. I think I can become every drop of blood in your lungs.
