nearly there nearly there
so real

nearly there nearly there
so real
am always wanting to mark this apex
in a way
that is
as though
reverb of light
echo of light
trailing light
can traverse through
next
I never manage the right reverence though
I can’t fling things forward
except to hope
and hope is not light
hope is probably made of light
but it isn’t light
a cycle upon a cycle an end a beginning a climax a relentless turn
each song
a life
each life
a death
once there
running the dune
just a break between here and there
maybe the big break
that one moment
or any other
a begin again
a prayer
prayer a
plan b
a plan to see
t
here we are in the reprieve
such a nice place to be
leave
if you believe me
when I say
hey hey
baby
here we are in the recalled
where the night becomes a walled
garden and your dreams
repeat
and make some new new
true blue
through and through
you hue
new
hopes and dreams
dispense forthwith
climbing up that river valley
I was most good at
believing
Whatever whatever whatever
faith
next
go go
no thinks
or inhale. whichever.
what am I doing?
missed under
stood firm
wish asunder
good
next
it aint perfect. it aint it aint
couldn’t type
discipline
falling back into a dream
a continuity
btw I am trying to put out some live action action for you. hope you enjoy.
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
here’s your gritty meditation for forever
at least we are together, put it on repeat let’s stay here forever.
dust the brush away the noise in the loop sequence in the clouds is making me feel excuse me while ish
not in that sense. more hopeful. but also aggravated.
wanderin