Everything is a big big thing

past is passed, a pressed little fossil

a hollow home made of plastic.

you stretched it too thin,

to fatten add water.

a soggy means to avoid sorrow.

When the moon is bright,

it makes our visions lighter,

but dark moon comes and turns our shadows into ghosts.

Undo, redo, repeat

what simply is cannot simply be,

so bow your head, grab your rosary ...

but is that a promise

that everything will grow again after its

burned away?