As a consequence of my conscious decision to rendevouz with self centering mind
the power of words to create , to compose the unheard symphonies of small time intricacies and fast ride hair raising cold brushing feet failing wing taking heart soaring , bone marrow crushing delectable yet disgusting .... it's a strange place , yet made streamlined still by the number of multi dimensional  infinities on the horizon sitting on one window sill one space filled,
known in time,
moment of wondering reason and wondering rhyme

no sordid or morbid tune keeps up to long and even then - feeling is feeling's tune
feeling is feeling undue,

feeling all the while whenst the secret encloses of mind unravel and intertwine
check list.

Fretboard harmonies strike bass line discord to form in own accord relations
and relate to late lives past and on time lives present

always running with time not out of it
in dew dipped grasslands
wild horses run free
dragonflies in hair and silver teeth glimmer against the rising sun

pushing each other to the best we can be , we are just the lost kids, found.
gaping holes in chests that need no name or can't be pinpointed by a single needle
that can't be filled by the love of one
but only a pack
only a tribe

running , 40/40 home .... and this time YOU are my homie , i've already run the distance
made it.

gotta feeling , we are gunna win
all of us, in whatever endeavor we feel - beings of this oh so gracious earth whose abundance is a burning flame within the vast cold depths of spaces in refutable habitat , children who never grow up from the mother earths arms - no need - no need - no need - no need for any more running
we've reached the home

and now ,

it's time to Party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!