Orange

i am forever in alongside the boys in jumpers on bikes from schools and cars

with autumn leaves fallen sparse across mid afternoon. blazed about how

cultural language is an operating system -- a simple interface rendered listless

and feeble when tested with divinity or a true understanding of the human condition

i never never did understand. the duality of art and reality. living life & treating

it as such but with a certain disconnect to touch that cajoles the artist with

comfort and abandon and divinely decreed talent and hysterical fandom.

and between the spires and rolling roofs of the white city that orange english

light cast only one singular shadow for you are not beside but within me.

this is god. i believe. my man you need to see this video. you need to see

these girls. [sic]