Sweetie Pie. I never arrived.

Let's make that shiny words rhyme on nonsenseThe sensical supposed reality is a façade

All for LoveAll for the Love of a Shared Reality on eternal truth for the entirety of those sharks to see

The aquarium is filled with creatures never has been our own

when The Art of Relations are grounded between the icy lips of SURVIVAL

Survival

All there is all there ever will be

the surviving Great Creatures we are

radiating through centuries

buzzing

zapping

bedazzling

fucking and shrinking

too grounding

ourselves

with something that's entirely home-made

And Hello Dear, he says I'm Home.

what is Home?

shrinking and de-shrinking once never upon a time

envisioning eerie fairytales the darkness slitting slipping by

unscary and un-mine

I'm Home, he says. I'm Home Sweetie Pie.

Of

The way he plugs in those meanings

leading an un-born river

fading by

shading the tie

letting it be.

it's all there ever is to see

I Want More, he says. I want more Out of Our Neverlanding Un-blossomed Kites.

We Dream Together

and Yes.

in particular when those orbit

things we call Stars

I'm Home, he says. Ready to Go?

Sweetie Pie.

I never arrived.