The Curious Case of a Car Crashing Carrot Chip

I find time minds

its impression most

often in our presence,

the sentence of a seedling

forming fleshy

self-entitlement.

Shedding a little heaven every second spent

sailing super suspended

on a craft coined contentment

in a sea of discontent,

I reckon forever

less than I used to.

Tidal rifting prime numbers

just because it looks cool.

Spiral skipping stones

inside a stream of

fortune cookie foam

forever.