This thing
This human
aware,apparently conscious,tactile
Trying to get
Around the box,screw squares and fundementals
Kneeling and looking forward
So here right here, it can be nothing but good
Buried knee deep
Charmed
Peaceful solitude of exhalation
It happens
Closed orbitals enveloping the ether
A dogs' nose upon your air,so near
Restless
Defeated
Soft hair and breathless
Now what?
A thought
A piece of cobweb grabbing your eyelash
Dragging you down
A side show
Carnival
Sooooooooooooooooooo
Where does it get to once it becomes adjacent?
When it gets sideways
The sod turns
Leaves become grass,mushrooms become thoughts,dripping colors in to your ears
Reverberations
The worms eat and call it brunch
It disappears right in front of it
All you want to do is know
Sands,suns,washing in to wrecked rebellions
Do kingdoms really count once the throne loses it's king
I want to know
Open doors
broken hinges
Changes in sayings
It is so bright
Could it be rasta
Buddha
God?
As our feet carry us towards our death song
Be sure to sing it proudly,it is yours'
And our souls carry us towards another embrace,laughter
You feel so good against this Terra firma,these wrecked emotions
The vessel I was given,so biped
Cling tight to what you might lose tomorrow
and love,just love,let it be you
The night comes so quickly
You might never see behind
Collapsed and forgoten
Spirits becoming the binders of the lost
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