Steeplechase

Without contradictions, a stiff speaker pressed against the womb to soothe the life in there, the brief flash of every likelihood packed in there like our father's character/glass house of ours, rechargeable body. To see me is to see the father, someone chanted, begging to be born. My excuse works in every direction and I no longer need it. If love will mute the myth then that must be its meaning. If all the riddles fall out laughing / miming/ I thought I told you that we won't stop, and we wind up on a yacht somewhere wearing white bikinis in a video about the business,