That the Iris opens her eyes upon early morning sun
that the wind dances her showy flowers and is luck
the lost voice of forgotten lovers?
when wind forgets its dance and green devours
(feelings) by nature’s beauty shall the fisherMen
of hearts sail from continent to unknown places;
their gravely instilled by amorous desire.
some NullAS not would never go there.
:: 01.21.2021 ::
MY ATTENTION is breaking \a flooding stream flowing/
help me:i found an enemy within me: help : and
the only thing that works; an Umbilical cord
around the weak parts of my Heart : i have found
detritus within my heart/ all the parts of a splayed
cockroach across the floor:
oh well an invading army
of insects now & maybe
later horny cherubs to take
oh well oh my
within broken mirrors are
the strangest souls
and i am ugly full of tears
am i scared why not: i
:: 07.18.2020 ::