A god,
Broken into billions of pieces.
A piece is you.
To gather the pieces is… a clue.
Are you a piece of me?
Am I a piece of you?
How do I see this piece of me?
Where?
Shattered.
Assembled whole.
Ocean images.
You must show something for your efforts.
Something.
There are trysts in these parts.
There are trusts, too.
I have the karma divide.
She is not very nice.
Q I might be lying.
Would you pick up and move?
Would I fantasize about you?
No. And yes, I do.
How do I lose you?
How do I lose you?