From my blue world, I look at Fremont, and I see its red dust from here.
Ask me about my shirts. Get a different response. Does it matter what it means? I am a walking fortune cookie. She is a disappearing act. We never know what it means.
To my left sits El Caido and to my right the Pied Piper. We laugh about the myth of men. Such bad children since they stopped believing in mothers.
As beasts we eat petty creatures, but never innocence.
As Gods, we move planets through viscous sea.
In hearts, we exist as the seed of memory.
And we say, Find me. Believe I’m real…if you dare.