flirt of sugar

laugh at the Einstein-Rosen bridge
from this middle land,
where twenty celsius is the normal
this level of density and temperature
is considered an unfeasible thing
spacetime is a secret
matter is energy
and opposite
quarks are in the prison
there are trillions in my body
in trap
in trap
multiverse
randomization
volatile morons
they sing their hymns
I am a sponge
we need a beer
you did poke Moon's nose
it was smiling
Monday's poison
my blurry evening where I sank
into comprehensive disgust of mock
and the bridge in that future
where
there were no organic compounds anymore
you smiled in that photo
with that ice cream of vacuum
my loneliness landed
it presented
the phrasal verbs for happiness
bushes and trees smiled
we were drunk
and your favourite philosophy book
vomited a realistic Kant portrait
to the pavement