A Lesson in Remembering, Taking Shape from the Wind Touching my Face a Certain Way.
He Tries to Remember Moments that Feel the Way the Sound Moves Through his Person.
Like a Ship that Carried me Through the Wildest Storm of All.
All in Time, All is Due, All is Grace.
Electric Ocean I Ride, Running Towards Mercy Filled Waters.
Big Canyons, Midwinter’s Blanket, I’m Warm, Like Honey in a Smooth Storm.
He Closes His Eyes,Rests His Book on His Lap and Disappears into the Sound and Silence.
His Weariness Settles for The Couch and The Unaccompanied Cello Suite #3 in C Major the Prelude.
Mind Bending and High Pitched with Sounds of Afraid and Love.
I Sink Sideways into Memory. A Trail Through This, I Bridge Across Miss.
Present and Felling all of Nature Around Me, I stood Still to Remember.
Lead Me on Towards Winters Chill and the Moons Soft Mist, because Clinging to Dusty Walls Only Begs of Handshakes that Fall Flat and Stiff.
Person of a Lost Vessel in a Forgotten Sea of Non-Discovery, Blissful Star Shoot My Way. Pt 1.
The Same Words Fight Senselessly Around Mid-Flight, Awakening Poetic Bliss and Memory Fought Trials of Life. Pt 2.
The Same Words Fight Senselessly Around Mid-Flight, Awakening Poetic Bliss and Memory Fought Trials of Life. Pt 1.
The Days of My Life, Already Lived, and Held Like a Legend, and Understood.
Sleeping Around Clouds is Disheartening, Most of the Time, I Want to Come Down but Most Often it’s Just So Far Away.
I Am Just One, In the Singular, Boy.
Beauty Can Both Shout and Whisper, and Still it Explains Nothing.
Naked Universe, I Ride Helpless and Hopeless on its Whims and Gestures.
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