Promises
Implementations
Wake up in a different world
Looking into different eyes,
From different eyes,
Into different eyes.
So little motion,
So much sense.
Manageable,
Lacking that feeling of oversaturation
I’ve become so used to accepting,
But never really did.
The endless moment all curled up around my feet,
Like a comfy, warm blanket,
Friendly,
Nonthreatening,
Nothing like the eternities I used to while in.
All their apocalypse and explosion,
Fire and noise and Madness and Passion,
Where have I landed?
Have I grown old or stale while my flesh is still supple?
I don’t think so,
Perhaps I am finally taking advantage of some of the wisdom
Which has been poured into me
but has had so little purchase;
Like so much semen in the wrong animal.
