We waited with that
white porcelain cat patience
for what seemed like
a generation of "Here, take this."
Our beaded eyes chased
fixed faces strung up like
the flowers on wallpaper
A wishful widow's last request
stack her particles past heaven's gates
but tobacco tainted lips grant you
everlasting peace at the cost of a kiss

Eat, sleep, regurgitate dreams
revolution of the mind is needed
we are what we are fish to the string

Eat, sleep, regurgitate dreams
evolution of the mind indeed
we are what we are fish to the stream