“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.”