"Feel no way"
however this is suppose to come out to be i'll know when it happens…becomes
wandering through the brushels finding pleasures in the sounds…cracklings & snaps
wandering free w no idea that the brushels prick and leave traces of their dna
in the midst of organic growth, expected gigantic gardens spring early bleeding the same every season
I'm having fun, as much fun as the soil dancing in a pool of silent rain
what a surprise to have been accompanied by mother prepping her table of happiness
if i had no eyes maybe i would not have been so surprised because surely couldn't hear and my feelings were so occupied, yet the scent of her…
o gosh; ! …meditated by choice to only hear the crackling and snaps of the brushels giving way to the beautiful garden springing and bleeding my pain…
i am a wanderer of the skies w an earth tone looking for my direction so ill dance through these brushels dos e doe in circles even run a str8 to find
i'll use my disappearing footprints to lead me back to the gates, although i just found no escape
…brainstorming a new beginning… where do i go when i feel no way…never giving up! "
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