I have a vision.Of the most perfect way of being.It banks catastrophe.. Fear not, No,you see,It's of the meek senses convertedIncandescent.In the mind..
So here it is.. my open words.Here I am just came through the door.For miles I walked, on my feet, flesh and bone, nearly all day long.Been worrisome...
There are these multiplying moments of silenceI stood in the alleyway and smoked, once I'd properly placed my homesteads trash.Tight in my warm clothe..