Right at the shaking centre of the watery existence you can touch him and taste him.
Sucking the marrow of every improving quantity of time.
Spellbounding in its presence but saint like influence behind everything that is unexplained and impalpable.
Between the hydroxyl group of ethyl alcohol or inside the explosion of the farthest corner of this galaxy.
A friend, a protector, a masterbating madman.
You kiss him, he will open the redolence of the green or the fragility of a crystal.
Sink, sink, sink, sink.
Remember you don’t read his words, his words read you.