I used to worry
About what counted as Zen

But I set that burden down long ago
And you're still clinging to that question

I skipped my first alarm this morning
I wasn't ready to open my eyes to a blank phone
Less ready to admit I cling to it
Can't fathom I cling to you

Now its time for work
And I only have time
To worry about my eggs

Feeling good feels just as bad

What a good lay will...
Life drips on smearing the time
You're getting fuzzy

Complete emptiness —
How many holes do you take
To fill your soul full?

The consumed hollows
Of the oak tree in the field
Feeds its fall to grace

Geese flock over lake
No reflection intended
Lake no mind to cling

The chorus starts when
Losing pictures in your mind
When they just don’t sing

Talking to my GoPro as if it were you
Current truths
Diminish the whirling blues
inside my head where you don’t have a clue

out the zoo with my emotions
In the beginning eased it with some sleep
Because I couldn’t see the reasons for my grief
Out the shadows and the light is brief
What to think?
What to know?

The tension is rigorous
Kept inside a pin
Let it sit and sizzle until it’s smoke

Open the vents, and let it go

To seize a chance for peace
Dismantle the layers of myself
Find you in a strip
A memory I’ll always love
My love just don’t lose grip

But to love is to see you free
A peak I couldn’t see
Relief indeed
Let it bleed
Let it bleed

Let it bleed

Consume the dooms
Swallow the distrust
The other side of the moon

The ending will come soon

Sitting in my room

About to make some chicken....