Lately I'm trying to re-arrange my finances
and I'm dreading it because I've been
diagonally parked in a parallel universe
that's composed of T-shirt slogans
and distressed leather in unlimited geometric shapes,
snapped together and torn apart
for years.
The course is so structured, organized
by body systems that flare to your construction.
Everything's situations that you should know
how to respond to. Every twist cap has its carabiner.
Leather dressing is toxic if inhaled
in large quantities.
In this universe, there are no mountains or craters on the Moon.
If you're not careful, your finger goes right through it.
Here, they've captured the last twelve digits of pi
but there are still scores of stars, more than can be seen
with the naked eye.
