I’m dying yet I’m so alive,
I’m trying but every dive in a rabbit hole has me grabbing knots, knolls and alphabet trolls who want me winning people and things steeple grinning tree rings to infinity through spinning my affinity, to singing divinity is an intrinsic no limit to me, to be, all that I want all that I can love is to flaunt demand no suppression of man or desires will haunt and the hurting landslides inside will spurn franchises as inner pain grows out right? Know the inner knowers showered love to outer glowers share the same don’t hide the game and gift of mind inside its fine but not sharing starts scaring those who cant fathom or ‘bear’ in mind the ‘drag-on’ of repetitive lines and their meaning behind caught like a psychic sign to not show the lot to grow we’d rather sever communication than ignoring the improper use of a memory turned into an enemy stop memorizing and burn the bridge of bliss when you come to it keep moving above this and that allow reality to feed you your line and give you your hat the play will move perfectly a theater in mind when synchronized with mercury and now all bliss is blind nothing when complete is hurt to me keep in the aware the first gift ever given before you grew hair the exponential growth and love in a breath which you practice every moment until graduation or death the first contains the latter between every beat the latter when unconscious your soul will repeat.
From the seat of the mind all is left behind.