This is life right now.
This is the hybrid fantastical.
Begin by walking outside.
Open your mouth.
When the rain fills
Only then will you heave
a repulsion of inauthentic energy
eager to capitalize on this particular season.
Give it a whiplash gif.
Face the gravel, the tar, the ground, the earth.
From the mouth
all liquid-like fluid gravitates into
predictable waterfalls of bottled turquoise.
into rivers of gestured azul.
This is how the sun follows.
To beings like this
it becomes innate.
We leisurely refract this and every autumnal scour
with equal abrasion for the giving.
will fuschia flood.
will blood red.