my splinters are not happy with this Lion.
don't you think that's sad ? don't you want  to kiss me where it hurts for real ?
you are extremely Not you.
you are the burden of choice
and the swing-shift maven of our plausible joy !
are you really there and
does it make you Present ?
i will conjure the Universe to quell the anchor of our ship
on Death's Ocean.
Don't be Nowhere.... Be with me.