I wake and see your facebook last active: '4h.'
it's 10 AM--  means the ecstasy of the evening
gut disco found you excited-- eyes wide and
intent on receptive observation as sky blankets
earth in 'hi, hello, sleep tight.' I keep myself
occupied so the slow moment of 18 *******
days doesn't pervert my consciousness with a
limp face and a sigh of resignation-- expect us
on the magic carpet of never. because the long
haul says forever.

*forever.