I’m about to reach max saturation
Turn completely spherical
Leave a slug trail when I roll
At first it’s frightening
Feeling more and less of different intervals and levels
Then it’s exhausting and awful
Then you get used to it
Still I bet you this
One day you’re out somewhere maybe the park
You bump into someone you haven’t seen in awhile
Between the how longs and now what’s they say something
Maybe the time you puked in geography
Or marital problems
Or trees smell like antique cardboard
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