...and I'm confusing.
It's Where we left off.
                      
                         ...with just the child
      of imagination
                  to avoid fighting many reminds me not to give up-
not to think about it-
and check in once a year.

Life is short and this rock is
                too fragile  
to be pining away at a broken heart!

my 1 view wishing to know you
   like a photograph taken years ago,

frosted spiced sugar
hardened blue lacquer candy
tastes like licorice


If I was created like God intended as rainbows . . .
Why did God put an amusement center next to a sewage system when creating  me?

Walls leap from underneath  
                    sighs to the lamps on the stairs help my blind climb
                          as I hang around. Papers on the door
         burn
               apologize I've not returned yet
                       shaken by a cold understanding  
how I've become distracted,
This has been nonsense.

We are a center of nerves as
       filaments of
       fretting pieces of gratuitous
       cruelty, absolute torture or
       insanity
                become empowered
                of a conditioned mind
                as a habit breathes

  , what is strange and unnatural
        customs build by craving for
        what fills the unfathomed
        void,
  , have by conjured up spectres,  
        half-remembered dream,
        depends upon on a fate
        as one inhales substances,
  , to expel
        their hands bathed in blood
        hug the destroyer to this
        gloom of desperate
        starvation, pain, and
        nakedness, begins to hunt
        
, to place a cathedral
   that which terrifies us in
    sleep and fall into short
    trances to take away.

forget off ! burned toast,
The present moment wasn't making a presence into the next