Tag: Strength

To The BE of Things

You didn’t. I did. We aren’t. * So now sway and tilt and droop, I will not. * No more, Lull, mum, quiet, Little sounds. * I’m going, to the Be of things. * Big, brazen, beautifully bazaar. * No more Twinkled eyes, prancing pain and panicked,  pleasing. But barefoot and bold, boomingly, blissful un-bashful- beats! *…

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Swallowed Waltz

And when she comes to you,
She come to you in-between the space of grace and madness
Mad hatter happy mixed in Dali Da Vinci grandness.

All to: THE END.

I did not know from whence I came, only that I had come

I was born in the middle of this funny feeling

And I did not seek to escape it.