22 may

and if i float away it will have been intentional all along though the current isn't strong as the past sometimes and we're last to define our own futures like the sutures holding our good times together like underwater weather that outlasts the forecasts and counteracts the big splash of television weather with a never-say-rain refrain as all hail sun and wind up the storm to carry out the norms we left on the kitchen counter to toss with the trash or recycle with the flash of recognition when there's nothing but you listening to the numbers by degree