& Sun

I see everything that has come before me collapsing on itself in a fog of history like Nirvana "Nevermind" on my niece's shirt It's all decontextualized and remade each morning on inconsistent ground I have my footing and then I fly off again I float in warm irrelevance understanding nothing of what came before adrift in the right now but I hear you walking I hear people speaking the frost on the leaves is melting the sun that shined on the ancients is back up and binds me for all time to all of everything