Aral Sea - Post Animal

I was…

Wandering lightfoot smooth through the Aral Sea

Sun blathering quite mere

Feeling water gently simmering

Into the basin there

Tirelessly easing into my

Time-itivity

Dreaming of a being cursed to be

Burning in the deep…

(What does that mean?)

Where is the water chocolate and spice?

When did desires become socialized?

How did we dress them to be sanctified?

«Whatever you want babe, whatever looks nice…»

Garden of the urges slowly coming to a flame

Dancing in the clouds we breathe the ruins that remain

Spit in the camel goes rumpa-tum-tum

Stomping a hole in the sky

Opening the portal for wisdom and falling

To dust

Ohhhhhh, oh, o-oh, ohhhhhhhhh!

Shooting, a million brilliant stars

Come galloping over the mud

Turning the universe into the earth

Depravity into the dirt

Wind whips a whisping

Their sin mixed with visions of original bits in time

What can you see?

Where are you now?

It’s never been harder to know when to trust yourself