Just like I picked up my soul scattered on the floor piece by piece and recollected it, I will gather the debris of the 21st century & recharm our reality brick after brick city after city train ride after train ride.
Like an ancient magician, inducing fear and awe and laughter, playing tricks on spiders and hissing louder, making love to the present and remembering the absent, shaping the soul of our planet into the accordion of feeling it hurts to be again,
so small so small
and throw it loud into the
deep
blue
sea
