for benoit and the endless infinate everything

Hey come here, I want to show you the exact grain of sand
where the land meets the sea; let me show you a world
bring you into a fractalinear, replicating infinity.
and when we get to our ultimate smallness
i’ll build a room in a room in a room
at the end of the endless mirror
the size of my thumbnail
and everything will be
just how it was but
now we cant fool
ourselves into
thinking that
we’re so
fucking
big
..
.

sand is glass

you follow me around
like the sand in my shoes
leftovers
from when I got drunk
and pissed on the beach

and I am the waves
always crashing
into a foam
of excited white nothing
before the black ripples
pull be back again