I'm patiently waiting for it to all make sense.
Like the author of some memoir turned self help book
that hasn't figured out some secret to happily ever after yet.
I catch glimpses of it in the rearview mirror
Its closer than it appears.
The Ah ha! that will sell me a million copies
I taste it on the tip of my tongue
it inflates my heart in dreams
a galactic ocean of emptiness
that abandons me when I open my eyes.
Memories rainbow sprinkled on my day
and my ice cream cone.
evolution air mail
Can I get a tracking number please?
I want to know
when you will arrive at my door.
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