couldn’t type
discipline
couldn’t type
discipline
falling back into a dream
a continuity
it’s getting hot
in there
somewhere
a river of delusion
a confusion
rushes over
like all news all the time
purposeful, deranging
underneath, the molten core
inside all the burning
a side affect of the turning
looking for to
volcano
looking for to
meld
inside some where
a fire
that went
nearly out
all that blowing blowing
i was going to go there
but
instead…
well…
you can guess the rest
whatever
if i could
and be cool
be cool with it
and remember
how to make
making
it
just once

sometimes i think it comes easy
take it for granted
the way it’s supposed to be
for me
and then
or always
there’s a bit more
to be done
to take easy and go
pick up the litter
polish the edges
give up the glitter
stop pretending
not mind race
and remember at the same time
it’s not for you
it’s not for you
or you
it’s for
me
not left behind
the last desire