blindly pass me by or take offense calmly
don't be jealous of splendor,
or raise a finger
to be different, just feel,
as I do ...
why I write words...
keen a sense of tomorrows sunrises
envelop a glimpse of yesterday's sunsets.
Feel every ****** ever spent to keep this earth full
I feel yours, I feel the smallest organism spasms,
as they seek life hear
footsteps telling the small snail his time is
limited or the elephant
chase the Genetic protaganist away.
How do I say, how?
I love everything.