twists into a technicolor jumble,
as we riff on caste & color & power & privilege & good & evil,
as we break open boxes of control and see the dead cat inside,
but she's alive.
as we re-distribute wealth and pray to a god,
and there is no god.
as we question #progress and change, lurching forwards
and slipping back.
In a gleaming white kitchen,
we bounce thoughts off brick walls,
that change while we watch them.
naked - and then clothed - in the Garden of Eden,
we walk through each other's dreams.
Glasses of Sorel collide, we drink,
threading our consciousness,
to form the crooked edges of a patchwork web.
Around the table, over seven layer dip and hazelnut toffees,
we slide sideways in time,remembering the future as we wait for the past.