In and Out of That

Mass production of sloppiness.

And I do mean mass--massy mess.
I do also lose mass-- no, wait. I lose weight.

And matter, too. What does it matter, after all? I'm still alive!

Alive and producing-- mess producing. Sloppiness. But, slippity slapping slop as it may be, it's still being breathed into sloppy existence.

Soak in the beauty. And the love, and the beauty, and the love, and the beauty, and and and and...


time to go on and do what one has to do, it is. It is.