Ni le Jus de Cerises ni le Soda

Let it rain like kingdoms not restraints

Nor nor nor is light light light

Let it become like diamonds balanced on a pointy end

Gemstone or Plato or fresh from the shapes palette, whatever works

It’s everyone vying to pick up the tab before we’ve learned that right of way is a thing

It’s a relationship between a direction and the number 8 that only just came to us with a flash

Of skittering pixels

Of Westward Expansion

Of reckless leader-picking

Of meme dances and their dancers

I’m talking about balance, or I mean to be

We’re not even talking about the game

We’re talking about balance

Balance

But you see, Time’s thing is it keeps going

Keeps breaking things

I’m so sorry