blessedly, so many of you are unaware of the full color spectra that be can seen only when an age of experience has been reached,
reached, not attained, for the no~fly zone is no place to be, without any redeeming colorations, it is dark hued twilight that inhibits vision clarity, a precursor warning of the hungry darkness that offers to swallow one into shades of sad remorse, and other miseries
How came I to earn this distinction, was not by acting out, rather by inaction, the failure to pick the correct fork in a life of sentence diagramming, sentence in the prison sense, all my sentences, broken down, no connection sensible to the next phrase, next phase, so I sit beneath my vine and fig tree, unable to fly, unable to tear shed, grounded, pounded in my head