ginger carrots garlanded cilantro guest certificate generated caption grieving coins

my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops

yellow flashing white laying brown reaching gray creeping blue floating

a convitare of pastries and tea ricevimento of the package a little ballo on skates picking the paint off the fence to place in the box and wrap

as my thoughts turn orange you see and cling to me wanting to do what you use to do and now the physical is gone

i know that and long for that day the day of pearls, will i get one to polish and reflect the light under your wing, holding the star from shooting to far, because thes…

sliding hand through first to make… as i push through the pomegranate… hands caress the tight plump fruit the juice absorbing into my pours and i sweating it’s juice, we beco…

death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres

then one spirit says to the other i will do it this way the other says no . and i,.. - well i, .. i get stuck in the middle

the thin pentacles growing tentacl… covering over as if by suffocation the dwelling in which you live and know what fine line lays between each second of a minute

when the seed turns to dust and we can only lust after the thoughts of the beginning to only find the end

as we dance on the clouds you sing to me spraying your colors all around reflecting your art

the understanding can be had as we sleep at night may we play in that land the land of spirits