Clouds keppling on my head
I rememba You...?
How was it that time time bent
through the roughness of bliss?
Levimating on dryping thinner breaths
I find endicrons tumbling runtime correctors
kinda old impulses implaced between my atoms.
Glandoid questionmarks
extracting memoirs from the future past
whispering
- I welcome you. you.. you... you.....