To think we all have lost the way
dismantled and frayed
no-more simple spread
thin lovely and nearly barren
dwelling too much here
attached to colors and shapes
we give too much to each other
when all it is
is the need to get it back, sad because it really can’t be like that it’s an endless task and a big head ****

Feels like Im climbing a ladder that’s floating in outer space

A grain of salt I keep
rolling back
between my fingertips
For not forgetting
If the feel could only be heard
might make the mountain shudder
It’s all the treasure
Buried
I’m just searching
A blur in a blurry background
twisting for something I lost
what could I do
Gotten by the old voice roll
like when I heard you way back when  
Now a disembodied voice
And sounds like forever goodbye
A Ring back from around the rim
and the sum it just is what it is.

All time gives is a go
And growth to shorten distance
not
how far apart
The slow change over measure
Place of origin
final resting
spot
a limber line when dots connect
turn round and plot
A landscape in a scene
Draw the depth
to capture the essence
Dig heels as gravity pulls
The inescapable
slippage forward
On this Future flight.

An Unconscionable crime
To live and love without you
Sad now to realize
a slow ghost
has no claim on time
I guess you filled up
A tic on this point
A fallen to sleep limb
came back
pins and needles.
For me
Dismembered
A grave only
flowers to high altitudes
nose bleed trickles
proof in deep red death hue
paint to make a sad story sway
And a lengthy jilted tilted stare
dead love gives a look
Hard to bare

Toddling thru time a split second scene
a space certain but not very relevant unless removed from the headspace mood of the human trance
lucky and unlucky a silly dance
feet entwined upon entrance
frail in and out
Alone really minus the middle part
Too thick to think thru rather examine the remarkable clearness of vision, just luminosity I guess, but these eyeballs might be a test...equipped with playback some sort of cordless connectivity some sort of screen waiting, too thick of a thought too haunting
someday
Legs that aren’t human will lift me up or around, maybe back to make beds,fold stuff, **** dust, do it again.
I don’t know.

Rain unravel  
a moment
To lay  
speaker
Direct to ear
sharp loud
Reverberation
All I feel
Undeniable
Absorbed
Almost
All
To be sound
I would trade