Errands

The call sheet says fifty-five degrees and partially cloudy. Without the sun, Citizen Same is set to twitch without prime viewership, head sunken down. A single rectangular light provides protection for the unknown subject on this spot way below the spotlight at the top. Both are intimately known by God without spy techniques, dragonfly. The moon shows up above scanning city shadows of planetary orbits. Inside it’s the view of beautiful reflection away from haunting detections inside the pad. Ages in time will leave their fads stored in containers to reconvene with the rock who intervened in our infinite sadnesses.

After all these years still here. A gladness in the appearance of laughter for a listing on the call sheet. A clip board of florescent highlights: pink, blue and yellow. So quick. Flesh and bone stood among us not knowing he is the exec on set. It’s been set. Get something to eat with us. Crafty. He won’t leave us alone until we go home, don’t quit. His miracle mile crossfit to skull hill and traveling through to the father’s will back to the sky. Filled in the gap. He ran the errands for our errors with a love covering our planetary orbits merely collecting standard mileage, head in app.