jack-o'-lantern

Split wigs ain't the half
come sit beside me under the Acacia tree
and let's chat.

Big buddha dude-alien chick
is not supposed to be seen
that's why we leave our eyes behind
and borrow the burning thousands
from the mechanized pixies

Come back with the angel/demon dilemma
if you need to, but while we talk shop
with the shop builders, say not a thing
that doesn't marry comfort, with astonishment

Liquid geometry takes the boil out of the pot
of the normal problems, from the inside out.
Skin is all that contains us, so let's bring back
some of this everything matter, to illuminate
the nothing, that binds us