When people say there are events in calenders
they forget that the meteor strikes that the fused the dinosaurs
into the apes and then back again in reverse pull
were time shifting like liquid. Shifting like a baby in a womb,
waking from a wonderful dream into the darkness of fluid.
Then the baby reaches full term, waterslides out, and they can swim but they
because we are amphibians. We don’t know what do with land.
You know what we do with land? We fucking come up with calenders
made of laminated dead trees with pictures of dogs in fireman hats,
and then are impressed when every so often the calenders have silly numbers
match up with silly words that we came up with using our diminishing brains.
Sometimes when you realize how perfect the time whirl pool is, you just tip
back your head and laugh at the early morning sky.