R/ckets and S/ntries

we don't have religion, we have a big hoop. we have the circle certain around suns and more. that's okay and inside. we take a hoop, break open our eyes, and the change never becomes a document. even if a document lasts into the sun, we are only days. we have no religion, a vice squad walks the street. a vice squad watches television with real time. time isn't better than tomorrow, only in relief. we have time to read the hoop, because it changes more satisfying, pays us much. this is the plan, as we read of aliens in our bathtub. our years aren't careful, only lavish hoops to spill into. our season hasn't mellow or a bell in time, just a reaction while we wait. this and other things could change a minute, only you.