i deserve neither birth nor childhood, in fact anne frank would've donated all her diary entries to have had half of my mornings.
i expel half-life thoughts and halfway days, no more pitifully selfish fission reactions, rather share with me your gloriously expressive fusion.
my breath resists calculators and spreadsheets no division signs can sever drops of water from each other, nor can coins extinguish fountains
i cherish here and now unapologetically. i too have the best of time and space, soaking in magnitude like a max richter scale, ever racing and daring like a whizzing kite.