Mopkin

Try to remember another dream.

Another song of violence that crashes into your soul.

Another word of gratitude for remembering.

Try to ignore all of the rain pouring down.

All of the hate pouring out.

All of the ignorance taking hold when people ignore this.

Try to reach out to another person’s dream.

Another person’s wish could make your own obsolete and pointless.

What I want is for you to get nothing.

I thought a saw a happy cloud but it melted away.

Where are my pilgrims? My secret society?

There is nothing left here but shadows and dust.

Please put more butter on my bread.

Please put more syrup on my pancakes.

Please put more cheese on everything.

Everything must have more cheese.