missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground

shy timid in a way that makes the blood warm, beating as it pump… the words from the finger tips creating it’s own world - to live… or dream of, the stars tell the st…

as you place me in your hand folding fingers over and carrying… to a place where you can get the magnifying glass out, are you going to burn me?

such imagery... as i was coming home this morning.… then reading the imprints you left… lightly dancing on the soft pink c… over the white horizon in the mor…

the master tapestry woven soft silk into my hair putting a bead on taking one off

if it was as if the butterfly had just landed, no –lifted in fli… or the breath of it just touched the branch as if begging for (information), h…

in this globe i am alone or they are in a globe with different rules, ideas and plans no cracks get in the way

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

the land stars blink and rise under the pale pink sky singing as they dance to the tune of each others hearts

while registering to buy Italy your mistaken identity diminished wrapped around and covered with banana peels and egg shells castings smell and then you sell

flossing with gold thread as the kitty spills the milk this idea might just work caught in the invisible web glares from the stares