A young man holds near him a snotty little boy,
They are sitting in a 80’s Rang Rover.
This picture flashes another memory
The same snotty boy riding a green Mercedes car toy in the living room.
This is the thirst before the rush
And the rush that rides the thirst.
The hair at the back of my head are dancing
And my heart trumpets like a lost baby elephant.
The sun sits large and wide at the end of the road
Asking to come closer just a little bit more
Where death can’t stop the pulse
Where one beats calls another
Like stars locked in heavenly motion
Trying to find the starting point
For the circle (circus) of the universe.