: these are the best days of our lives

oh, to feel young
semantics are the problem.
young is not an age and love is not one concept that
once said is said and set in stone as a big enigmatic mess of feeling.
to feel young and in love are bound by
feel, and feel is forever
but semantics are ephemeral - language just short of the full stop
can mean almost nothing and absolutely everything at the same time
and we ignore that for the confusion, the preferable chaos
that makes being young
and being in love
so
?

: heated driveways

another cookie
wafts warmly backward
toward past from future Plate of goods
pleasantly discrepant - sweet
mouth watering sound, drawn apart like beaded curtains
for entrance into, inside, within each bit of song, currents
rippling then
zinging then
urgent!
now! this right now!
absorb details, a chandelier prisms rainbows atop purple-heart wooden floors
granite smooth flow, input and output in an awesome equilibrium, blueprinted
an unexpected spectrum of self, colossally wealthy, naturally lit - fit for no one.
count fears, flaws, recount dreams then just
count yourself in and fly between the inverted sky
and the mini-world spliced between seas
tomorrow's cookie
fresher than fresh from home to here
is now today's.