I want to go on forward into life- eyes gliding, taking it in;
inner eyes set, staying away from those cabins
like that line from the book I told you I didn't like-
keep the oil on the spoon. No longer howl at the moon-
when it's three years ago October
and my mind broke through, sober.
make me forget those nights, not because they weren't nice:
air evaporating off me like it had to catch supersonic flights.
but bring me back to the matter at hand, down to the atom,
and up past the skies to the interstellar stratum,
Don't wanna fuck it up with my last throws
Do I exist in a place that I'll never know?
want it microscopic and cosmic, This shit is not even comic:
All I want is everything.
And we have plenty of time...
