“I don’t know how to explain it.” They still light fires to leave the ground? Like cavemen dancing around a Saturn V. Merged in eternal tantric union — now that’s some strawberry jam. “Yeah… you know.” We soak in sound. “So I don’t want to tease you, but I found this picture I took of you in your twenties.” “Did you find it on this old computer?” “It looks like Butterfly Naked.” Time folder opened. You were glowing in pixels. They wear flame like fashion — still obsessed with blastoff. “Come re-imagine what it means to belong to a kingdom, at peace, here in God’s land — the Earth.” “And He calls the eternal — the eternal… The Eternal Queendom of Plomari.” “And things don’t have to last forever to have eternal impact.” Nobody knows who wrote it. “When was the last time you took a shower in a dream with women?” “Well honestly… I don’t really shower much.” “And do you know — take yer game face back.” “And did you know — from dusk till dawn, you’ve got yer game face on.”