Dear friends,
Hop on, this mad bus of the human psyche,
Tickets are free
We park on the shore and catch ourselves
In a loose-weave fishnet of words
Electric, the sparks that arc across our synapses,
The cosmos infinitely encapsulated
On a plate of grey jelly.
Swallow it whole.
The jelly fish that smack together,
Phosphoresce like fireworks of gibberish.
School together, conspire,
Forge forgeries in the fires of our optional desires.
All parts of a whole, shards of the universal mirror,
You glint in your own sharp way:
Come home dear,
Roost your words here in a digital dovecot.
