To fix it

To melt it from what it was

To swirl it in steel

To throw a flaming blanket



At it

I smile because

Because

Because

I'm not going to tell!


All sweet things just

Taste better with some lemon

Don't ask me why

I don't know

But I care

Still dreaming.


Don't

Do not

What ever you do

Ever

Stop

Keep your heart thumping

Like a Chopin Invasion

Of blue green aliens.
I read the book

And I read you

Then there was no book

And I read that too

Reading my mind for signs of you

In a way

It's all okay

Now.


The stars shine

They shine for me

Life is good time

The melody is in my eyes

The full moons chime

The room is wide

Life is wide open.


Lets go to the let it go

The ride was good

Upside down and around and round

I say

What was that

I know it was what it was

Which was cosmic soup.

Gone beyond like

Oh God

Gone beyond like

Life is good.
Suddenly the path has a mind of its own again

The wheels though silent are on fire

Gliding over the snow

Melting everything around

A new day is upon me

Life now has opened a secret door

Lots of yummy to explore.


Strength is not in the force of one's force

As that can go against the Tao

The universe is just asking us to watch in all dirrections

To then know how we fit in with the universe

Or how we will fit into the universe

So it is easy even at a beginning

It is clear to me and clear to you

If one can one should move that easily.

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!