more than seeing

This is realization that love exists. I've felt this several times, although I can't remember the first... It was the feeling of waking up and seeing the sun and being conscious of my heartbeat and not accustomed to my own reflection. It was feeling that insane ecstasy of doing something old in a new way, and loving each liquid second of life. It was imagining myself in a hot air balloon... above the world, transcendent. It was that sensation right as I woke up or fell asleep... knowing there's something deep and ravine-like out there for me to feel and explore. It's... love. Like milky citrus. 

The Garden

something is like a table of offset cards, swooshing all in the crevices of each heavy movement.

Like decorated necks in a jungle of green flurries.

Like... I"m being swept by something.

It's like the tomato soup of cornflake champions.

Dude... I have. You don't have to exist as a bomb of time for me anymore. No no. just like a fifties rifle, fifties rifle. All the days, okay?

lets. be. free.

It was the difference between a worm that had been dead and was on a hook, and a worm that wriggled a bit.
Bro... you are freeing to me. Like. You just are like a fighter pelican.
Free from the sound effects, well will be so blue in the knees, the opposite really.
Like... separating the dry gross gritty stuff from the rich, sweet juice. Do you want that plural? Because I can accommodate those kinds of exits.
Can you feel it spreading, man? You see.. I don't remember.

The secrets of you are in every bottle, man. Because it's where I write your existence. 
Drink until I find you.
That you'd better not die. Better not let go. And that I'd better keep in mind every stipulation. Gosh I need some baked macaroni.
I'll bet that my legs taste like fuchsia.
Like how do you realize all ALL of the little mixtures whizzing.
No one can talk about the origins of immortality. Wooooooooah. I'll steal all of your vowels, man.
Three little birds... over and over and over.
una. dea. trio. quattor. quinque. sex. septem. octem. novem. decem.
Your mind is as much male as togeher we will have.
No disclaimers.
IT MEANS WASH THE BOARDS OF MOUNTAIN leaves. Gathered.
Even in your wrists do you feel it?
Thanks for the waffle of lets go stop yellow.
Kay.................Sleep as well as we all do. If you'll let me keep here.
Staying. Realizing. Breathing.
The ending. When will it come? Of the bubbles in my spine, you know?
So short. Like a tiny thread.