sad even the lightning bug has a purpose in a jar but a heart, no place

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

the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot

sandalwood and jasmine turn tail and attack the senses of your mind as you just stand there and watch it go by

the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots

placing a bandage on the little to… will start the thawing process to increase the time left place the spring in the basket while dripping backwards

as the miniature knight races across the snow covered branch i will uncover your feet........ close your eyes now open your mouth

if only to have him see that the inside of the marble wont roll, tilted but the pink of the rose will go up the nose

the tender curls of the leaves bring the gardener to his knees to touch the softness, stroking it… it’s not time dear to go into hidi… stay and splay your beauty more

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