it starts and ends
where the mind begins to bend
but
there’s a fence
—
a brick wall
a trellis up
innerstood by the you that sniffed glue
—
cries in the night
walking the astral life
5…6…7 year terror
—
eyes that saw heaven and the earth and the false connection
meek + brave
will we bend and mold
away from our own sol?
—
bodies and minds corrupted by time
conditions with omissions
of the blueprinted love life
—
trust, can we?
displaced by dust and rain
and the stains that remain from the hive mind days
—
we can
we will
what other way?
—
rather
a still warm glaze slowly burning the lifeline between your today
and your always
—
a tar coated heart?
no thanks
trust.
—
the now is thirsty
for the wine you’ve made
from the glory days that squeezed away that delicate decay
life placed around your waist
—
your heart
and ventricles
of every drop and breath
—
we have been dimmed
diminished
—
higher than thy heaven
yet
following the devils that led us
—
to trust is to move
truth of innocence
of value
—
no absolute
just you
—
and the nameless
magnetic return to youth.
Powerful!