Hello, he said.
I said no.

The Paradocks are shiny,
It is where ocean meets a strip
Of land.

Continents make a puzzle
A puzzle solved
In time,
In the back of our minds,

Bits have changed and waters flow
There are no
Bridges.

How can we continue
Shaping
Bits of land,
When there is no boat?

We sink if we don't

How can anyone stick this shit together –
If the future has passed and changed everything
In the past,
Where we are tomorrow?

The day trip is just behind the night.

We are uneven,
We are all uneven,
Just at different times.

I build my boat.

For no reason,
I say hello.
You answer no.