weaving through many people’s
self-inflicted all time lows
since you gave me better things to do
man awoke through moronic tears
confused with time
you ask me what I’m thinking
smiling at me in the bright evening light
the silent sky
is blessing you
for being the one
who’s freeing me
from myself
pleasing me
like no one else
the time is now
the time is always now
I kiss your cheek
by the postcard creek
and we entitle ourselves
to what we want to be
while pushing away
any unpleasantry
the silent sky…
pleasing me
like nothing else
whatever that means
but it feels fine
so fine