Removing yourself from yourself is not uncommon. At times it’s the best choice 
when needing an arial view. Yet the act of remaining outside of your body once aware of decaying conditions and officially being in a state of personal treason- rebelling at the detriment of intended message and most important, the lesson, is foolish. We aren’t ignorant of the torment of back trekking right after a season of catapults and forward trajectories. Storing away power, although there is unlimited access to it, speaks of the deep misunderstanding, blatant programing and the suicidal unwillingness to set ourselves free, well everyone is not suffering from a personal suffocation. Clean air, warm water, fresh food runs deep in your veins. Re-enter and be made (w)hol-y
You’re inside of me
When did you feel me up?
Was there enough room for you?
May, I, get you sun’ting?
Sunshine?
How long are you here for?
Where you from?
What’s your thoughts on… everything?
Please- make yourself comfortable.
Let it turn you into art
Every brush stroke is a deep one
I love driving in you
with you
The sound you surround me with
Holy Dolby
Let’s see how righteous this escape with be
Upon the return
Let the solar
Eclipse
This full moon of love
Place the sides of your crescent
on this Jungle Kingdom spirit of mine.
First times
No rewinds
You know, those same ole’ lines
Told to old flames
or new flickers
Fresh ink
Pouring from the soul of the earth
pages turning
pulsating with new structures
Foundation solid
Confusing murky waters
can’t flow in this direction
late night teleporting
accountable in the in(ivisible)
Always seen and seeing
Being
Nothing more
than more than enough’
Messing around and got gifted
in warm palm- trees
Allow me to paint
a reaping of sowing
in great love soil.
Without the “first” of a new experience, there are no new moments or new memories. However, we must not forget to consume consciously.
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