This prod of flesh just so,
a beautiful ripple of minor sequence
Upon the appearance of light,
my lifetime on a platter of existence
To remain in the presence of beauty
of peace
is to be where I lay
But this fascination you’ve created…
And what will I do when it is gone?
I feel so alive when I touch you
my body charged on pure lithium
On a smaller scale of desirable civilization-
it is easy to manifest fear
“mistake” is opposite “truth”
There is no time
which means there is absolutely nothing we could do and consider it
“wrong”