khoda
here i am
Iam lovecried
Falling not
The old dog’s snoring rhythm
is not in combat with
the echoes
of the gurgle of the stomach
We supped you through thousands
& electrikal tiny transforming change
, right nor any
otherwise
our lips in the modern dark
samesafe canvass of the sifting together
of metaspacetime
Going-yellow,
Timelife Flowed