And parts of me are fast asleep
My thumb is moving, my phone’s awake – WordPress jumps in with ridic-page-breaks
So I chuckle, grin, and breathe – as if I was a concept we conceived.
You’re yarn unraveling
though we were never together our thoughts spin and weave whether they’re tethered
Poor hubits in habits of greed in derision, wayward spins deceived super positions
gay straight black white mapped on a 3D sphere, spectrum sanctum woman-man hellven love and fear