Decades it’s been since roads merge the way these do
Memories of when my clothing slept the dust of every highway
Weighing my hands to write the versed hypocrisy
The stale studied air where livestock is tested to see how strong their blood is
That was me covering skin with addiction
Disguised in a suit of light
I dazzled in combustion
Like the smoke man makes
Imitating darken skies bruised
That was me
Reversing the stained sneezes made of clay
Unexpectedly growing the faith that drained me
Meditating for structure
Recognizing my house my door my windows
The piano who sat inside waiting
Silently playing inside my head
Your words keep me from sleep
they palpitate across my darkness
and arouse deep images of light
within my wishful dreams…
How lovely and endearing, you. Thank so much. .
very strong
Thank you
Vivid. Precise. Powerful. Movement. Thank you for writing.
Thank you so much, and for your follow.