OFF THE OTHER SPARKS IF THEREAFTER

"like" to see

to think

I do, I told

silently

the whole

universe

that these are

my memories

at best

why ask anyone 

holes in pictures

faded close

but always

so distant 

faded rose

so bad

so good

between indifference

my eyes dance

moved ahead 

around

the past

the future 

out there upon 

shining brightly 

renewing

having desire

"like" to see glows

to think 

unto here goes 

a brighter fire 

creative force 

quick slow

at slide up art outta foot

to weathered

woods

to weathered

pages

taking care

it's gone away

inside places to 

recognize

in the haze

of the day

decides

lost before listening

that meaning is

thru changing

thru burning out

it's over bridges

finding it out

I saw the groove 

worn out

and doesn't cut its link

out-thru the great divide

between echoes

below to strike

aground falls to 

my hollow dreams

in this scene

made what

seems a long

way up going

grasping getting

cutting thru what's

above to causes

circles deep out

all around

the wooden

bowl I dug out

in sleep I want it

to become

my name

I can use it up

where by at

long last

the waves in space

one higher helm

informs me 

my heart

my signs beside 

myself a-string instant

coffee blending

here my heart 

is okay seems insane

sometimes put fourth 

is confusion afoot

thrice brains, first marbles

something enjoy'd

grows from 

onwards sinking shines thru 

as my life is this

leaves it be

holding out more

once more

for afterwards

everything

crossing the stars

all this world

can be down flights 

survives dreams hopes

thru steps 

there my heart 

is okay

seems insane

sometimes every part

is a clear hole

is a weird light on 

movements of 

my hollow dreams 

can be down flights 

thru steps up

there my heart 

must be you okay seems insane

sometimes you reads

my poems

can that help

about the pains that condense

from going it strong observes

visions for waters

tomorrow pours out

today gathers showers

this language of flowers

under the winding ways

these lines ran in-thru-out below

really only my emotions mistook it

belongs to a set of trains

really only ain't gone

yet it might fit

it's done although

feeling on stool can

everything goes

hidden how?