All these images I land on
move?
As if we weren’t unstable enough already!
All these images I land on
move?
As if we weren’t unstable enough already!
Rounding bends of a mind
I’d thought mine I find
You who’ve thought up me
Return to your loom, Lord,
to weave us all together
Of speculation lit
chiefly by stars
Is day one.”
But what does that mean?
Her belly button to be exact.
We both began to giggle