A Velvet smoothe frozen purple nightmare.

i am giggling
spools of ribbon cake
into and out of
a swimly stream

and i am in a dream

i am OVERBLOWN

i have always known
how it feels
to pretend to be real

to intend that yr stuck
insist with a gist
a room with a view
a lightsaber, blue
in my puddles of goo
i sit and i stew
my shackles of grime
scattering time

and am i better off
to not have known
anything other?

i want to make waves
i want to displace
any slight chance
that i might have had

and i may decide
not to care