11.14.20
DREAMS
Running fingertips through planetary extracts – a pipeline connecting this spine of mine from body to Earth. Bedrock on and pulse guiding eyes to starlight. How many more can there be up there?
That’s not the point, or it very well could be. Right now Mars drips into retinas and fills the body light. Pushing down down down to earth, quacking and shaking and spilling onto pleasure as if all there could ever be on in this universe is electricity and conduit.
And conduit I am.