Sweetie Pie. I never arrived.

Let's make that shiny words rhyme on nonsense

The sensical supposed reality is a façade

All for Love

All 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.