Ought Not

Lucidity is a woman holding a crystal ball; she tells me this is how I was born.

"I came out of that thing?"

"Yes.....why do you ask that way.....?

"What way?"

"You are my clarity in a circular world."

"Okay....."

Glass flamed with passion defies physical logic of flesh formation; she is naively complacent.

"How did I get in there?"

"What?"

"If I came out of that I must of been inside of it."

"Out of vision and integrity....."

"That does not make people."

"Yes it does...."

I am swimming inside a bowl of confused fish for thoughts.

"How does vision and integrity form the figure of man?"

"Through inspired movement...."

"What inspired you to move?"

"What?"

"What movement did you partake as I formulated inside a ball?"

"You were inside the ball and from movement you arrived."

"How did you move?"

"With inspiration...."

"Okay....."

Zen's nose nudges my broken boy; he is tired of bandages.

"He hurts....."

"You want me to kiss him?"

"Yeah....."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"You really do?"

"He needs physical therapy."

"I'm your therapist?"

"Yeah..."

Kevinya approaches my dose of chocolate powder; I am portraying innocence satisfying everyone except for her.

"You are not going to do what I think you are going to do are you?"

"Uh...."

"If you are going to do what I think you are going to do....."

"Uh huh...."

"Do it well."

"Ooooh.....mmmm.....hhhmmmmm....."

Ruby is wary of my chosen destination for our project.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah....."

"The snakes too.....?"

"Yeah....."

"On her bed?"

"Yeah....."

"We are going to get into trouble."

"It's going to be worth it."

"Okay....."

Laying on a floating titanium bed soldered from the underside of a nuclear submarine, deep royal purple sheets are guilty of me however I am the role of innocence. I arise from grape vineyards a tipsy production amongst fields without labor; we are solely responsible for this visual interference.

"Amethyst...."

"Yes...."

"How did you get in here?"

"I....."

"Yes......?"

"I pretended to be you."

"There is no need to pretend; is it complete?"

"Yes."

"We need to speak."

"Shit."