I’d Love To Just Become Obsessed With Something

Like the Voyager
Or a book of hymns

Her height
His scratchy limbs

Touch helium and hate it
Feel comatose and perfect

Incessant with noise but gladly

Running all the fucking time
Just powerless to disagree

What will be will be
What is it is it is it is

I wonder if the world is me
I wonder if I know to be

Make well of all that sits before
Just be