Seething since 2000*
And then I felt the long ache of our addiction and the tingling of you in my veins and I was crying. And the tingling of you in my veins made me run as fast as I could towards the moon. And I ran as fast as I could and you were there, breathing in the lunar dew. And you were there, holding out your arms, laughing at the faraway earth with long and bursting laughs. And the earth was as faraway as old sadnesses, a photo we might have looked at once but no longer find necessary. And the photos got old but we never did, laughing and running through green snow.
And the field of Buddhas began to run towards us, slowly at first but with gathering speed. And they were slow at first but they soon sped up, falling over us as we ran together through that mint green field of tomorrow. And we fell all over each other in that green field of sunshine and explosions, laughing at ourselves and poking fun at Buddha. And we poked fun at Buddha because we were invincible, standing there in the future valley. And we were invincible because we were both there, holding onto each other as the moon fell out of the electric time machine sky.