A test in the act of examining itself, the self may think
Whereas I do not -
Not of those many days and those many nights we never spent
I wished we had. I wish we hadn't.
To create and to make love with passion;
The re-kindling of a spark thirsting to be lit aflame
Synonymous with the conception of my fruitfulness, my justice and mine alone
I wonder, to prosper, must I have it?
Oh, wondrous planet
You once wished we had, but you wish we hadn't.
My lover is the fruit I chose to pick from the tree
For the ants my lover bleeds
All because of me.
Do I pepper my wits with your ocean spray?
I know once I wished that I had, but I wish now that I hadn't.
I watch my lover's eyes pulse with tunnel vision
And their veins strain, flush
Honed edges of their visual perception
That I see beaming, reaching forth but from my left...
Only my right reaches so far as to
14 billion light years away.
Do I chase the past, do I chase you now or do I stay?
I think you still wish that I had and I wish greatly that I hadn't.