You'll leave because
I am entering
My dreamworld
And you'll be angry
And say mean things
The mean things you
Are already saying
Between the nice things
I shall say way meaner back
Have no way to calm us
And then it shall be
Like most other endings…
Except when the velvet moss
Dark matter of the universe
That begat me
Reminds me that
I must never say
It is a pleasure
To live oneself
To be one‘s own task.