While there are ideas, observations, idle stares into the glaring sun, a walk on wet grass, bare feet on a warm summer evening and a sweaty face and greasy hair, an inaudible whisper, the shadows and flowers and scents and the intrusive thoughts of a razor blade across the eye, hands, and veins and blue against peach, there is me.
In a brushstroke and a musical note, and dancing limbs
If I keep my eyes real still will time freeze?
I would like to point out this particular detail at this particular time on this particular night
holdstillholdstillholdstillholdstillnowyoumove;;;;;;
I can see through your eyes the world is dark & gloomy; here is water
Here lie the three steps to salvation; 1996-2021
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