Eternal Recurrence 

We’re under the moon and your kissing my neck 

eternal recurrence 

We’re in Spencer hill reserve in the evening heat and you’re telling me about your mum 

Perpetual motion 

You’re sitting on the cuck chair and I’m telling you about my dad 

God is change

I’m watching your blood disperse through a puddle on our street 

Cyclical nature 

You’re fucking me in the ass in a hotel room and I’m relishing in being allowed to moan 

Everything is a spectrum 

We’re in different cities feeling different things 

All things interconnected 

We’re an entire uninterrupted day 

We’re an entire unencumbered week 

Nothing can exist in absolution 

We’re cutting a ceremonial tether 

That can only be severed through our shared experience of linear time 

All time exists in simultaneity

We’re so many years in the future that we no longer care about what our bodies look like 

The end is the start 

We’re on our deathbeds first in a hospital then under the big toe of a white lady 

then our necks are being severed by a rake on the hot tarmac 

Now we’re compost, one million tiny microbes, nutrients for a flowering jacaranda tree 

This is what will happen next