Crazy 99

We think grandma, fully formed, is born into this world, whose function is separate, from the space around them, as if swimming in her own being, who is competiting, is it you or i, G, whose knocking?

But in love, is the outside no longer outside, and i, longing to find your being, when she realises a prayer is not a separate function, the worlds beginning

Outside to outside, no longer me, cause i met you, coming against me, who are you i cease to be, when i see you, grandma, outside, looking in, being in love, Love’s wave begins, in loves ocean, hath my ending