Saturday, 24 March 2018

mysteries - as we live our life - and behind it - we feel


ever someone meditates can sit with you inside as you say yes

better than a film with stilted dialogue





oh enlarge pictures see true meaning, first words "evening the night to day not here, even now I can see you"

as if meditation communication inside

I cannot allow bars fold back dough silk welcome bear you witness, watching, okay tick wet

sound watch unclear on my wrist walk with me dare you watch close I could ever settle it be my way

humans








Thursday, 8 March 2018

it's farther than a fancy film and bad comments


augment and new word blow by me traffic me with your words, sit book, as your face

so neat me


ever dance ugly picture

person resume trying to be traffic so many of them themselves

notes know no nothing here on earth

spread social sigh no media I know

risk traffic words as drugs so flimflam me near you promised me love

floating we were both men women new no to touch words I lust for cerebral kiss so library rests spectacular shape here before effect starting as not origin thought here on this world

I see you come from meditation no define anything cloud has slight shapes to these words we glance away

penis vagina somehow now clean of being us for no sit grab sips of tea look at each other for liquid warm happiness

your words are said finger near grey screen this as you say them real "I'm okay" as this stark as book fleece face as face price pay down aisle books chosen as this flicker your voice between combine natural society has the book stretchy scratchy earth sketch me walk sky soggy here

so being bounce in not beautiful meditation hurts my ass or break in years float this book by through that life angles in smarter me lost fight for gentle the being not offensive anymore finds way to speak big words of sad augmented by book live greater me as that your complex computer is outside in park slow walk kind enough face of earth beckons it

formed then

now you

as we trade reading this way
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we all the books I am not made to be a book, support my words quiet as I walk around