bran beings

 

I have i had I never have i said

and backwards twice

with an i right in front of me

Hemorrhaging

my hands 

dangle at the elbows

and i try 

to fly lying down

*

lizard king take 2

past the thousand misty hills 

i hear her

(hypnotized

in a devout circling stare)

 

"her legs were long as the devil's ----"

I asked them to please do it over

(with balance beam focus and dark energy)

"- A black marble goddess, sad and desolate..."

and all I got was this definition of rage 

*

a month in the stew

 

rolling swirls from the dream side of dawn

gently wash the moon's emotions

  into a nostalgic painting

a trespass. a journey

his or her weather

that may all melt before it ever gets delivered.

.

 

.

Adellica

  surrender 

To what's under a deeper dust 

unneeding of a rub or polish

indescribable like

the evening of spiritual energies

unpredictable     like the scanning of a text 

altering the order of words.

the natural order of unqualified dividends

 and life's secrets.

Truth be told, i'm just writing a memoir. 

about someone writing a memoir

 and sometimes were

on the same page

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