With a bit of luck

Our magic heart blast

Shall move faster than

The affairs of the earth

Pigions will become us all

Jokes of jerks in gym socks 

Random golf courses

Our famous cat in the dirt

And intriging mud 

A deluge of sand

Rising dirt beings 

It made me hungry enough

So I missed out 

Which made me forget 

Then it was clear as water.

I let go.