i can not tell of that it means
to care not that you think of me
i have and come to understand
that you be not that be's i am

and in that way i let you be
to that you are not that it seems
as you be made to that you think
and i be writ not to your ink

but you alone

give up that two way story line
and fall the all self deeply into your precious harmonic
and live the loving heart you never lost
to the bust of time

take an after taste

thought comes to your mood
and then that you think shows up

on the lean of life

A lot of energy
is taking up remembering creation
and creating to that memory
nothing new

as you become more
its not the more you were
its the more you choose to become

as the first blood lasts

to mend a broken heart
but tender is her beauty rare
as she fails you into her dark of nite