Live

As we find refuge in a simulation of similes

Similar to a summer in Janet

Girl, do you want no December?

Every day will be made

A vision in a dream

A fragment, a tangible tangent

Tangling us in a conversation

Where our borders are non-existent

Existing in the echoes of our own romanticism

Our portraits will be painted

And placed on walls measureless to man

A sign of meandering hope

A hit of opium may bring the moon to palms

And I'll present to you like a harmless notion

Dive inside a lifeless ocean

Only to drown in my safety

And we won't have to fear the contagious

Invisible thought fields

Of a man with nothing to gain and nothing to lose

Homeless pigeons peeping pavements for

Sights of simple scraps of food

That fell from the plates of our banquet

Come, come, let me sample your notes

You are the constant compliment

By the side of the pigment

You run to for the state of confidence

Reassuring the reassuring

With every step on the roads we may pave

The object of desire to kings and their underlings

Humbling even bumbling bumblebees

With every drop they may taste

And I don't want to live fast or die young

I am as infinite as the want in the eyes of the perceiver

Best enjoyed in the hands with patience

You may end the goose with the golden egg

You are the constant compliment

By the side of the pigment

You run to for a state of confidence

Reassuring the reassuring with every step

You are

You're something else