A floating spider web carried by the wind 

is ahead of me,

a flying potato skin, 

radio station frequencies,

hermit crab thoughts,

lip gloss in shady colors, 

politic narcissistic achievements, 

jailbait skinny infractions, 

mathematical problem books, 

a nihilistic point of view of birth, 

hanging gardens in tales from the past, 

a glowing stick, 

a thermometer under a child's tongue who called in sick, 

seaweed and seals, 

great mountain peaks, 

a salad bar, 

wooden spoons, 

Entwistle's bass riff, 

the thoughts of my divorced parents, 

the verses in modern rap, 

the beats in modern trap, 

a rat trap filled in with poisonous bread, 

the stinking cellar liquid, 

a spoiled girl trying to put on a Barbie's dress, 

a mistress in government office, 

the mother of birds, 

a cactae grown in an apartment, 

the coconut shell, 

the coconut water, 

fiber cookies, 

raw recipes, 

and a flag that stands out for a millennial kingdom, 

are ahead of me. 

Only a bubble filled with dark gas, 

rooted in a jellyfish dream, 

always sinking

in the collective thought of mice society, 

inside an empty can of chicken soup, 

were left behind. 

Oh time burdens me to breathe ahead and behind, 

will I arrange my personal bible in alphabetical order? 

or chaotic stripes printed on my back, 

will carry the truth, 

of all that's past

and anything to come. 

Light beacons, 

scented candles, 

swollen torches, 

buried in mystique. 

The shade arises as the sun goes down, 

the shade arouses when skin is fertile, 

the shade's romances in memories catalogue, 

an impression of me carrying a bag in the peak of twilight.