I retreat back into the place where I can take from the sounds and reform what words mean.
I have all this steam driven by banjos and. I. can't. keep. up.
because I was meant to be here so I'll stop running.
Why this picture hits my eye's mind?
I find no piece fitting this puzzle and I can't muzzle
the screaming valve. the left main ventricle with volume past
echo chamber piping a robust product.
"I want that you conduct with out theft"
that being the heft of my current request,
I find it best to bleed out in binary.
The simple story beying I have but one.
All emanates from this like sun light.
Do you know what kind of heat the sun can generate?
When I say this I mean to give an honor of greater value,
but we have not the earthly language to cope with such greatness.
I mean to say that I have one simple story
and I'm sorry, Îmi pare rău
but you must know, it is all of me.
You see as the sun gives us light and heat.
So does this tale of many gifts unearned.
I am burned to closer I get to tell it but I can't stop.
there is increase of the crop when I seek to say
Burn away the dross and seek to set camp near my moons source
a reflection is not nearly enough
the truth is real and so simple
its seeds grow with in and they consume the compost of my mistake
while i wake to the day break with in
My sin is eaten and I seek more seeds!
Tilling this garden...it takes over
I turn it all over!
Like a well worn silver dollar
I'm ready to be melted down for greater
I am rolling that way
b'derkh
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