susanna, she's always been a sleepy type; been one of those
daisy-chain chainers, in love with a tenth of the world, and all
that it could possibly mean.

she says it's nothing to do with god or man or tree, or even spirits,
that it's all about how far it takes to go on that journey: between two
animate things, between cell and molecule and infinite atomic
relationships.

you see, i disagree with her purely because i have to,
the reason being that it's all about being; being both satin
and cadaverous wool, being both north and south
magnetic irregularities.

yes, this planet will spin! yes, there's movement even
in loneliness. yes, and one other yes! never constitutes
a sin.

i get tired of exclamation marks.
so does susanna, in her flightless yet bold
imaginings.