Today feels so...soft...so round 
You feel the foggy moment forming around you 
Like pink cotton candy sticking to the paper stick
That the carnival vendor so smoothly swirls 
Around warm blowing sugar fibers.


Five scrip for one moment. 
A sensuously round warm moment 
That began ten minutes ago and still is. 
An orgasm that still hasn't stilled itself. 
Oh let it be, let it be, there will be an answer.


And the word is God. And the word is good. 
And the word is so round, so soft, so good. 


Good God. Good, God. Oh so good, God.