your halo's hanging to the front//crooked and more scifi

[megalo_funk]

circles mark the foreheads,
that are almost closed.
make them endless, timeless, and all the same.
to touch them, euphoric, though it's hardly done.
the thrill
excites the giver,
differently, to the same extent.
such pleasure,
gives fear,
of the return to
to the dichotomy of
the infinite loop
that is exist.
you already were,
a friend.
and those always were.
forget it to relive it.
it's already done.