What is consciousness in cloud rich memories?
Every entity is She, He, Them;
Decomposing lenses clutch these weary eyes.
Another yesterday passes forward.
I saw you then and now.
Maybe once more,
One of these seconds.
These cobras pump more venom in brain.
Birds chirping, beating beeping in rhythm with me.
Cotton-polyester wearing demons, poking and prodding.
Leave me be, heathens!
I've shattered the surface.
She was so beautiful.
Too many yesterdays, I think.
Counting clouds today.
She gave me pen and parchment, how curious.
Something is in my eye.