I rise, re calibrating mind's eye while seemingly sized up i realize that real eyes see straight through what lies upon rubble of distorted space and time. factor out F-iction from
fabricat-E-d pixels of sepia pictures. contemplating albums of step up or kiss my derriere. torn corners slightly f-Aded not jaded various images a-Re still scene. pass me the ******* jack crumbs li-Ning the pockets of p-Ollys blue babydoll jeans. percep-Tion is depth within regardless of judgement not swaying determination as long as t-Hese lungs live and breathe.  rediscovering strength inside  mazes of why did -I’s? regrets are for those filled with shame. trusti-Ng in something believe with the knowin-G that faith burrows through mortal pain....