We open on an impulse scope
I never knew was there
Heartache is not unlike paranoia
They can interpret signs on any face
She offered a truth saying "He is becoming"
Sustaining trust in a passing grace
running in place to find it enduring
(If I hear you, I'll scream
But if I see you, you'll moan)

Never planned to be this idea occurring later
I feel transparent when you look in my eyes
These trying steps are no longer delusion
Keeping moments close
the hallucination woman

To exist in a world of not only reverie
An illusive mirage to keep reality at bay
Even fantasy hold lines of truth
reinvention of Nerudian love in a coiled ring galaxy
Annie Anne where have you been?
Insisting you're a revenant
Craving your face
Just to see you in the present

(When I taste you I'll bite, to delude illusory years of hindsight)

In observance of her lady goddess, an organic magnetic dynamic nostalgic comes up to surface,

only in her goddesses passing glance
in my direction
finds her scanning a
neurotic romantic narcotic ******

Young Age or old has never
nor will it ever group her in full definition
only it is a mere showing of elapsed lore in bridging current recognition with before

The same way
Woodland plains grip in poetic pact this lady’s hand in a midway meeting today
For the slow taking of days tomorrow...

Are similar in strategy
How age will compile
Her foregoing, ongoing, and becoming in order to write her tradition unlike any others, for it’s unparalleled origins