We’re all given the secret of the universe,
And we all forget.
At least we can laugh about it now! Ha!
I noticed that all day my shoes had been on the wrong feet,
But even then I couldn’t seem to get them on the right way. Never mind!
At the bus stop, an old man was smoking a joint.
Thanks to modern progress
We can use behavior to describe the mathematics of motion in bodies.
In my dream, Ramy read aloud from his page,
“What is the difference between a riddle and a poem?”
Six years later, the difference is obvious.
Walking the fine line between madness and the flashing phantasmagoric void of total lunacy,
I are the honeycomb of mirrors
(Scrupulously, the shrewd detective records the clues while,
scrupulously, he keeps the guests unaware that a mystery is afoot).
Walls disguised as ways! The nose is bruised!
But I can fly out of my eyes (that’s one of my little secrets).
The floor is made of light
And yet it holds,
And yet it holds.
No one said it was going to be to going was it said one no. Emac ew yaw eht kcab.
How did you get down here?!
Up! Up!
Now you’re
Well, whatever. They’re YOUR molecules I guess…
Just kidding.
The fact that no one exists renders belonging absurd, fantasy.
By the power vested in mwe,
Eyes pronounce you man and life.
You may now kiss the bread.