I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
February 28, 2016
this, the wear we were...
there you were
inside
every place
i wanted to be at
when i was
high
how so
i asked to be...
wind laughed too
said kidding or not
we'll bleed a name through
this, the wear we were
will see to view
belief or faith
is entirely up
to what you
decide can be
heavenly
or elsewhere
bubble wrapping
culture, as i see fit...
EJR ©
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I've sometimes funhouse-d too many things...
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Deletethe hole idea of bubble wrapping what wind and water does to stone(the grand canyon for instance) is a fascinating artistic endeavor to me...enjoy ye celebrations...molti auguri di compleanno felice lì
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