being counted and proud

so I’m a living mass relax I’ve just chosen my own rosery down with the ground without making sound delved into depths of a summer sunset knowing my own role runing my own show not at six o’clock when we get our old news and we tie our own shoes and we know it’s allContinue reading “being counted and proud”

my tree, my self

stone by the river moss-covered orb faceless spectre catalyst to thought my toes, the roots to my tree, my self my fingers, the minstrels of my heart, my love cloud carrying rain distant vision of God voiceless entity way of finding peace my bones, the branches to my tree, my self my skin, the soilContinue reading “my tree, my self”