I'm stuck on the roof
of an empty mausoleum

and I'm as old as I am
and a half of half of me

relates primarily to ants also
a parasol in a tidepool

also shuffle also loop also

oops I want to marry this
Porter Robinson song

under a giant tulip (hello?)
atop an ocean

ridgeline (      ) logically
it does not not not not matter

where rain practices terrain
like a xylophone

conversation or oops how
our ghosts keep getting here

early speculation suggests "atmospheric I-frames"

an interpolation of I love the way you say by the way