my palate favors particular concoctions over too many pots and helpings spurned
I don’t need to taste everything imported from China suped-up HFCS and MSG the first bites are yum across hungry tongue but the rest are all meh instigating regretful churns and nutrient deficiencies
I just want that raw, organic, GMO-free concentrated, satiating perfected recipe crafted expertly on my tongue daily
whatever you are, allow it wherever feel creeps, follow it whenever rage leaks, catch it ever in your spiral, route it under your spectroscope finesse the focus until your pupils explode Original Lite-Brite patterns magnify stills emerge inner space traversed
it's real easy to feel like we've done it all wrong
phenomenal fuckyes then phantasmagoric fear ragers perpetual pity ******* blood middle knuckle crush regretful bets hedged hunched frozen tongues and pointy unsaids
but sometimes with mind wide-eyed and heart roots writhing
I've seen it way differently
a vantage point where pushpull face-plants are winning lotto tickets
because maybe we were kindling of yes unable to keep it burning yet and we would have fumbled it far beyond repair
I'm fairly certain our heartfelt invites to instant cohabitation would have ended painfully badly
traumas tripping over hair triggers in a 3-legged race two smoking pistols and four red feet
even Hello seems too intense to mouth
and from this particular perspective I can see how every decision made in fear led to whinging karmarang tied with two strings
I daresay one day we might look back with a smile that it went down this way
because the initial who were not strong enough to shoulder the immensity nor surrendered enough to float the fragility of newborn carbon gossamer whorl
in fact I push all my chips toward that
maybe there is fortune in false starts we make plans but I bet The One has better ones
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know like just thing inside **** maybe life things think soul time real love day lines **** mind eyes
got feel want words trying left matter tongue feet hands door cold
space holy bones way wanna ******* we're walked walls truth open end line best years ***** ink heart little moments stories says dust hand free hope trust
sad wish hell rising past inner fingers night white teeth sit deep dunno tell crystal sure wanted make pull sky remember dropped felt knees brimming poetry
******* air seen lips palms spin lonely black mouth hard page really dreams ready
fear other's crack corner survival broken hollow home clear tears coming edge high pain thought bubbles wet
push imperfect bloom breaking skin motions mystical flow say lost direct warm red use having meant there's floor shaking friendship grey arms wrong cracked
ride doubt escape knew look bare right girl wonder feeling finger days