(2013)
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs