The very first one is my last name framed and
the two combined ages until I told you
Intuitive of me to recreate!
Sitting aligned, until sticking around after one teensy little cuss
Shook up and almost withdrew
Every time but twice since
One beach bench was the end of abyss kept going
There was that whole time I didn’t see
Who still got through it
Focus at me sharply, blankly
Dare me to project and demand I not
Pulls out the base of my stomach and in the open pit of my ribs
And makes a sprout grow out my head
The link between lost and here
Fueled by asparagus water
[Lens repair]
This is here, now, journey over
Loosening up as the shutters-in
Rest found in the tub and the climb up to conquer
Mountains not easy, so canyons of sandstone
That’s a reasonable summit set to achieve
In felt air masks
[Despair, friend]
Some seem underdeveloped with raw red eyes
Tasty twists set across the room
Metallic not fading as it should be
This continues through energy transfers
Through firework releases
Sweet portrait, layered humble pie
And petals to prairies while you subsist
Supple on surprises every step
Telegraphing steely strength, a treadmill scanning at an angle
Hand-in-hand successful, enacting the ascent
Without the fade, disappearance feels abrupt.
After all, I can do this myself just
Please don’t leave me nothing but recounting
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