...towards not being anyones center of gravity or wanting to love not to lean over towards another and fall but feel within one a flexible steel upright parallel to the spine but longer from which to stretch ones own grave pringboard the out flying spirits trampoline...

Crushed throughly
though the sun
set a new opinion
on top of my moon
allowing these it-sy bit-sy vein-s
to be blessed
with such a cherry red tender-ness
Leafs of green
settling in-between
hanging grasping
the cornered edges
freely falling
in different sizes
simply trying to breathe

Pillows mound around bamboo shreds
a mix of desire got lost in the gap
multiplying quickly evenly unwillingly - wrapping around slices of cold watery lead and cubes of a dream cut into pieces to be made easier to digest - positive outcome was in these eyes yet existence lies in some sort of daily make believe under the vines

So-why is the time of love spread far across the country underlying dreaming? Interconnected flights of reason - I want to share my whole world and even see what-s in-side that you wear so tightly ever lightly - in scene taken through the edges of whats underneath - i do dare to show through a screen where im kept away from harms sleep

i say these things below this above wording mostly in the way of peeking into my box of thoughts and visions being played out of the foreign cobblestones lining the multi umbrellas holding atop heads wrapped in a scarf and letters that i could never pronounce-on repeat-cafes...things i do not understand


impulse = i dont think im supposed to live here


analyze = oh no it will grow on me things take time yes yes everything takes time


...things i do not understand-flying high atop the grey blue rocks appearing as though these eyes cannot see the color that keeps us alive-woven patterns of teal peach slipped in...mum could there have been a different way life supports me i am safe according to the green card sitting amongst roots orchid shimmers yet theres no sign of flowers-yellow reaching out laying low dreaming of holding the sky high above itself to support the unnessacery weight sir world likes to oh so loosely throw about-create a V laced inside backside held together just a can of spray paint-roman i can dream still of swirls eyes closed mushrooms floating through stutter hey hey oh my

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