Kiss off, black cloud

I say unto you, try work out how I can feel your black cloud, too, then I say unto, that black cloud on you:

Do you think I’m jesus or the devil, or anything unlike you?
I’m just the same, no, really, I feel that black cloud, too

Do you not believe me – what you see every time we look at each other, could be some kind of love, a kind of truth?

Real, and not real, we’re just two women trying to work Life out, while we look at each other in astonishment –

There’s not much sense to anything that spins in circles, g, the whole world, for example, undoes one’s

Notions. You and I, as spinning satellite’s – and the universe just sort of one day lit us up, like a candle

All I can fathom, is a kiss to make up for all the times it’s measurelessly fucked up, and go black cloud, kiss off