i try to ignore the dreamy steps with their gaping eyes staring,
undressing me until no flesh is left, nor bones.
Again, i try to ignore the sound of a train-like roar
as this soul of my own walks the cracked broken rails
of living this citrus -orange life…
of picked Memories,
like the ink that enchants me as though each character strung-out
is as a pearl necklace with a hint of ocean’s salty tears,
and no longer a need to ignore.
As i watch, i catch the grand sight
of my ancient soul unravel as flotsam
and spirit as jetsam into that mystery
we deeply have begged to know!
I select you.
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