Paste Me Plenty
Your stillness stills all of me
You were all that I see
Says the gold feather to the goldfish
It's not the time for leaving
Yet we are made of leaves
Lost in a soft embrace
You are my soft cocoon
Falling and falling
In strechy shadows
In scratchy sounds
Stick to me
Paste me
Into your everyday fantasy
Everything about you
Everything I should have need
Pushing me in the dark
Cushiony and pushy
Burning in the palest fire
Speaking in silver lines
Everything lost in the sands
Are sandstones in the fire
By Aran Meredith
October 2025
