ramble on

slightly removed
not fully consumed
bet on the beta
to keep the firehart tamed
copper & chartreuse
colors of a dream i had
crates of dates
& clippings crowd
means of my existence
the fortunate fool
amongst idle chatter
we all wait to be discovered
somewhere the tracks come off---
a slide in the sand
shadows come with light
as long as something
still stands

the slice of dice

surgery sits
waiting amiss
can i lose in this?

my blood
my veins
my backbone

on a sterilized
bed
in god's hands

the thought
of nevers
and telling
through photographs

the thought of
touch gone
and only
memories
to carry on

the hanging tide
rolls in
unknown
sacrifice
at the bend

and my foundation
is all i got to win

gush

no matter how far away
my mind gets
my body stays on track

my breath
in
and
out

blood passes
through

and at the
crush rush
of the
monthly tide

i get the extreme
desire
for
chocolate

and then i
find myself bleeding

limbo

misty moons
rush overhead too soon

i feel the weight of living
all my days

my body knows the toll

but my mind
wills my hand
to dig in death
again & again

the separation of church & state
the separation of body & mind

always a moral & political
struggle inside

the time is now to decide

before everything disappears
and turns into dust

before everything has passed us up

i battle for the middle ground
everyday

the space between
reality and fantasy

where free will & action

unite

forecast

a new leaf

upon August

my moon
my sun

everything

tied together
in taut knots

day by day
night by night

i ease into release

so much beckons
my uncertain feet

a wise she
needs to
approach with caution

a silly she
wants to
throw away logic

but my flower
is ripe
my petals
urge to the sky

a limbo of indecision
mid my twenty

half empty
or
half full

concentrate
like
the juice
find myself
cock-a-doodle-doo
but focus lends
a hand
every now & again

and these
100 lifetimes
in a day
have me
in an
intestinal uproar

the distinguished
gap between
body & mind
the limbo where
my soul flies
and where there
is a crash collision
of my insides

me heart -----------------------------------------> <3 here

my soul

|
|
|
| |-------> somewhere in the middle
| |
| |
|---------


and my mind is sky high

53 more days of summer
plenty of thunder
i'm as dependable
as the forecast
and as reliable
as the rain

caught between
matter & spirit
upside down
view of the
shape of things

i have no choice
but to

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