It’s time to face the sun.
Because my brother’s line is disconnected and I drank what I could have eaten and tomorrow I have to face the sun and I have in me the coolest moon the smooth and cool moon for which I need a water body to get my body wet and cool as the moon that is hard within it.
Today the future of a certain past presented itself as now. Then required a faith palm-blistering and I held and I’ve come upon the future, here. And I’m so happy I’m sad.
I don’t get how there are objects in the room and you step along and come back and the objects are gone they are different. And all my wants will meet me at the decisions I aim before me and I rejoice and I am sticky.
I can stand it my cool and glassy moon. I can raise my arms giving my entire beast of self to Father Sun it’s time to face the sun and I want to be blackened. I want to beg the hot love of sun and I want to then lie like a supplicant, and a seer, I want to lie upon the black heavy of rock of Earth and be cradled by the pull of our Mother and be known as my chest reaches and collapses is filled and emptied in time and I look so happy and I am so sad.
And I rejoice every night every night every night