Go To Water

Think about how it reads, its rhythm, less like an anthem and more like an anathema.  We ride through the new old town with our sunroof down, which is (technically) directionally incorrect(ly said), much closer to backwardly tilted up and retracted like a pocket door, but you knew what I meant because you always do, my little Jewish Snowflake Prison Teardrop Starfucker.  You easy, you 'lil NS, but I said that I love you first, that night where I thought I might never see you again.  Said not because I thought I'd never have to see you again but because I was afraid I would never get to again, so say'd it then, and loudly, because I am the kind of girl that says it all now now now, then and loudly.  Oh, the oppressive fists of time, their squeezings, the dulcet lies like never dies, and we come up and sprout again, like shoots, like footsteps from nowhere going somewhere, unknown, as dark and deep as any we have imagined all the answers to already, cause we are a species that hopes, which is good considering how little influence we exert on systemic forces, like the weak, strong, and political kinds.  Good night, My Sweet Prints!  I love you forever!