Easily flowing
over my shoulder
this boy. He be flowing.
Flowing into his own hot springs
that erupts so hot and flows unflowingly.
Oh, skyline glows on rooftop and flowing
into
a city
set down,
set down
and lonely,
below water,
still glowing
and growing, but confined
and unknowing. When knowing
could cease growing.
Oh slowly, go slowly.
Don't live off the knowing.