skin is deep

uhhh abrasive
everywhere

the weather, the moments, there's a current of desire in the water
smokey urban, purple funk
the city's ravaging everything, me. It's all lost in the sound of the rain, but not,
I can feel it
all these colours writhing in my hands
abrasive satin
again...tiny bits of sensations
pulled out from underneath skin

touch

futile has changed

Things that won't move, cannot be...
Just wait for Earth to flip a full circle in hope Tomorrow brings a different place under the feet of these Still. Better still,
I'm going now, find a Mover, race together against the speed of the earth, so
Tomorrow will always be a new place under my feet
this Destiny comes wrapped in Choice.