“the dust blows forward and the dust blows back”

Doomsday in reverse….birthday…it happens,

it all does.

Glad all over

letting go

into the music

into the action

into the shape of things to come.

The point is the nonexistence 

we’re trying to get back to

confused by seeming solidity

into believing in ourselves.

What do you mean “what could be”?

What if I told you it already is, 

was, will be?

Shape shifting reality,

who needs sci-fi?