I shed tears...

I shed tears
and cried upon
these infinite progressions
with notes outside myself
within another
to behold!
miss the point.
appreciation cannot be taught
only experienced
by the willing
open senses
through the other

All is glass
all is cracked
beauty constant
variable process
imagine loss
for it will come

life,
hardcore epitome
rawly unyielding

with few walking sanitariums
of borderline loss commonality
remembering freedom
and sanely free
can speak only words...
acting on words of thought
only words...
only
words
favored or not
perpetually classified by themselves
nothing from nothing
only
words