I love how we are giants to worms and ants to stars. I love it all because I cannot keep it. I am of it. I will return to it as if I’m already not within it.

I will howl, yip, yodel, skip, spit, and scream as I love. And I may do as I please

With care

For it is a spiraled existence

A lucid dream

Where we should touch gently upon one another in this age of Thunder