the velvet strawberry juice slides excruciatingly slow down his crater chin

as slow as how i fell asleep, as deep as how i dreamed last night

he's talking of nights and nursery rhymes and never-ending universes

said in an alternate timeline we were the giants "that's why we're so small in this one"

oh, somebody tell thoth that i found the moon and he's sitting right here on my front porch

holding my hand and some used matches and sipping earl grey

what teenage boy drinks earl grey?

imagine it

the moon adorned with wild hair and fruit lodged in it's radiant teeth

thoth may have invented the written word but this boy pioneered luminosity

gathered all light known to man and forced it into one celestial body

now he's licking his lips clean

this must be the happiness of aristotle's making

rare and oh so shaky

like earthquake lights

a/n: how lovely. how ephemeral. how rare.