CIRCLES ARE PERFECT

ANCHOR weight upon the
hull of my skin
and down below the waves
i met a friend or five
i was ship-wrecked
didn’t say life guard!
AND now down in the park
with hundreds of thousands
met the shadow who killed me
didn’t scream ‘help me’
i am the soul who bleeds
I magma like mother earth
it’s not quite the same
as flesh and bone but you
know ~~ souls are the same
WHATEVER you live
AND ‘WHO’ is a mind-blown
thought: ~~>i don’t think
just feel i heard your voice
and if i touch your heart
:someTHEN some like one you

:: 07-10-2015 ::

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