smoke-filled vessel,
neglecting liquid 'lest its true hydration.
the rise & fall are both too clear to resist.
-
a hope-filled sense of any tomorrow,
infused with espressos,
infused expressions
and the finest strain willing to enthuse my moods.
-
running wild,
not a trace of any patterns repeated;
making contact but only when needed.

sometimes eloquence acts as child-less,
way too grown,
too great an experience with worldly things.
but are they simply,
just worldly?
-
inter-dimensionality & whole-ness make me see all things as all things.
-
i mean,
you can heal hearts
and seek revenge
in the same breath;
you can gain more,
while you feel less;
you can make what's close enough,
exact
when you're diverse enough.

images on walls,
so vivid i can see every pixel merged to form symbols
to change words into the original state of
nothing.
-
imagine walls cleared out
at one shout of word spoken,
one stroke of pen,
one strike of thought.

she was cautious once,
cared only for who thought what...
now she shuts out insults
& shouts out impulse
after stutter-stepping on egos
& silently expanding mental space.
-
its those quiet ones you should beware of
...or run from.
if you see danger as threat,
you might want to turn your necks
or turn yourself inside out.
i promise.

uncertain statements,
unshaved reactions to
unthought of movement;
its silly to think that nothing you do holds affect.
-
its a reason why you'll silence your mind
then ramble on again
through means of another source...

you're 500mph,
where does it lead you?

totems come as eagles
captures snake,
as great change
& mystery takes place,
on display as common interest...
its always deep beyond the surface.

these days,
im finding pleasure without touch.
im too far gone,
within.
-
they mock my world,
as if fairytales don't exist.