When I take two steps, I take three steps.

The semen on the mattress.
Sperm... the fluid is their universe.
They speculate.
They say,
"What if there is something more."
They have religious wars, they have their own heavens and hells.
None of them know what to believe, doctrines and dogmas, the sacraments of gametes,
In the fluid.
On my mattress.
"This universe is boundless."
They have questions that they cannot ask.
They speculate.
"Are our lives swimming through this fluid? Or are these instincts part of a greater purpose?"
What will happen to them when they die?
The sacraments of gametes.
They don't know what my mattress is.

No one's going to notice the nail polish on her shirt
The child vomiting on the airplane,
He doesn't know my name.