We remain motionless
And a portion of me knows
That I am already insanely famous
So come close and face it
We are infinite silence
As if art were all magical islands
And infinite forests
Histories of violence and tornadoes
Escape our lingering kisses
We resist the finish lines
And make lists of all the lullabies
You've ever had sung to you
In deep sleep we dream
Of trips to the amazonian rain-forests
Hunting for magic carpets
We keep returning
To the exact same pages
That we've always started on