REAL PICTURES THRU CHANCE ~ 2nd.

real pictures

thru chance

awakens darkest

blue map drowning

relief this white mist

that covers worlds

climbing roads only

views visions waves

silently snowing

glossy birds

first moon falls unseen

as far as your eyes

can see pages flooded

the evening tide

into the daylight

why don't you

turn it on and

that was the end

of that dream

outta the warm

into the cold

nearly frozen out to get

outta perception

thinking on the notion

turns into many

shades of green

so to brown shoes 

down the road

what you've seen 

meaning in stones

revived many storms

exposed at battle

entrance no entry

just state of mind

I enjoy mine

words in air

birds in air crying farther 

untreaded on

in appearances

only places very faded

from ledges reaches

till midnight

why don't you turn

on the light

readings along 

around edges

wings wide

stares off into spaces

drops off aware

longing unprepared

you don't care

where you go

where you been

I got founded gone 

so far away 

I heard say

unknowingly for 

this is going on 

right like an unforeboding

little poem

let's slide out

a-floating up

down good bad good bad

undiscovered

parallels fields and plants

many flowers

grown on vacant walls

around stumps

paradox moving

ways into living lines

delivering us

real pictures thru chance

going on brighter

like doves be moved 

you and me 

to the left bank

taken away by this

the flowing breezes

by rivers broke uncovers

words in air

birds in air weeping willow 

silently snowing

glossy birds

suddenly spoke

the inner-flowing

where ago long ago

Diving into 

lost fountains

so confused 

Contained directions 

I still saw well

unwanted

unknowingly

I just watch

my own illusion

my own high

in the day 

a-making

a-glowing 

where ago long ago

flashing between

trees flowing in

breezes became

understanding

the best thing

ever I saw

real pictures

thru chance