I want to be the last person to see this like this.
I want to be the only one who sees this like this.
For if we don’t miss,
What we all miss,
We notarize the change.
This island shifts, grain-for-grain,
Now it’s no longer under me.
I teleport, reappear
In another place.
Grain-for-grain it’s the same,
Sand will shift again.
I go away, I am gone,
And arrive again.
Standing still, I’m island hopping.
Actions can match reflex rhythms.

Hey, I get the shakes,
And I move,
And I quiver, and
I am absorbed,
I am changed,
This is permanent.
Bulk of matter
Will not stand still.
We know this island is no more.

Exaggerate,
Amplify,
And participate.
We design parallel activities.
We say this,
We know that,
It’s not the same, I’m not the same, it’s not the same, I’m not the same.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Tiny strings still resonate with my legs like this.
Tiny strings inside my legs creating narrative.
And so, I don’t move
While I transform.
We can pretend we are the same.
The landmass alters it knows not of stability,
And now I’m seeking parallel activity.
My skin and bones strip away for the metaphor,
The muscle comes to the top for the action now.
We exaggerate as we transform.
We see the islands pass us by.

Hey, I get the shakes,
And I move,
And I quiver, and
I am absorbed,
I am changed,
This is permanent.
Bulk of matter
Will not stand still.
We know this island is no more.

Exaggerate,
Amplify,
And participate.
We design parallel activity.
We say this,
We know that,
It’s not the same, I’m not the same, it’s not the same, I’m not the same.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

This action,
I can do that.
I remember many islands.
This action,
I remember.
I remember many islands.
This action,
I will do that.
Organize so many islands.
This action,
I will do that.
Memorize so many islands.