What Page are we On?

Save the wives of your soul,

for your husbandry sake,

drinking sake by the bay...

Free the fires in the lives they live by

Fireflies in the trees' rapids

Skating by wind.

Sales of ancient wisdom

In stock at storks and post

Apocalyptically modern

By the modest,

Ancestral by the brave

Limitless

In the sea of listlessness

Disparate Aspirations

In that unity is a key to a doorway we only found

When we stopped looking for our phones in the fridge.

What day is Saturday when every Monday had Tuesday on Strings,

Repeat every Sunday saying New Year's Resolutions

On the revolving brink of beginning again back from the ending

Like heaven sending scent

Presents like presentations procrastinated

Before they're even proposed,

Like a load of cosmic starseed

Dripping down the inside of her thigh

After she formed rivers from Summer,

Who drank from Spring,

Who was fed by Winter,

Who was reborn in tragedy by Autumn,

Who had wings, and shot juicy crystal beams

out of sticks she found laying on the ground,

Covered in moss.

Saucy.