a vessel empties swift currented rivers stream liquid gold seeping as light does edge ‘neath a door and my soul is ILLUMINED breaths solemn weighted with knowledge of myself authentic unwavering unmasked before my own eyes- (and to think I’ve been here all along…)
francine: Mr. Soul - Neil Young (Sugar Mountain...
heart and mind disagree can’t see but the other grass green how can one but mourn with a soul that is torn twixt a religious tyrant and misanthrope - a delicate cheek painted blue by the hand of one supposedly true she swallows her needs and quietly bleeds if it’s ok by her-why not by you?
summer long days and longer weeks hurling me grinding through space into NOW! THEY! THEY! HE! SHE! me-shifting immediately-sidewinder-to accomodate ? love can conquer this terror ? my will can best my heart ? my tongue shan’t loose its’ venom my soul can consolidate its’ parts