I can't say for certain that I don’t know you yet

Announced that I want to be dirtier today

Like apocalyptic don’t need anything but your self to be together

Fuzzy like a softly moldy growing cling

And why doesn’t she respect me

Regardless

Expect rain for my dry dirt’s announcement

Damp my dry dirt, wet my stick sock

Sick clean sad, and clean but colder

The lack I am reminding you of

The lack that makes the red that is laying in you

The lack that fits between each eyelash when i roll my eyes at you

Participating as my reminder

As instinct, god as an adaptogen

For my spirit to cry out for and squirt under my tongue

God as a supplement

God as what I consume

God as the birds praying above me

Believing in without knowing
Knowing without recognizing

None of the dreams matter

I just point them out for context

I wish I could be you could be infinite

At least something in our skin is

An uncontained desert for the shedded solar dust

Theme of the ground is me

I need everything that I want

The whole thing of it inside of me

Chose the night song

All of the dreams matter

A world of context shifts mattering differently

When you look up at the treetops
The sun reminds you that you can be nowhere

Wore ladybugs on my ears and the flies thought they really were

I carried you in my bag for years

Greeted everyone with your tongue and forgot
We had never met

I can't say for certain that I don’t know you yet