Kindly deserved lurking livid
find anomalies in the still living
Bones finishing new homes weightlessness new bodies
gravity No matter the angle the loose change dangle the news left tangled
Web of lies felt like life furnished just pieced together
what else would be my purpose
The service the provider the nourishment minced with the supplier
Inventory a sack of bones brittle idle my ideology
honest with waves of apologies
I just want to fix it mill it over till I'm missing the meaning
Read reread analyze the wells from my eyes over flowed
I'm over most
Swear on a tome smear the salt water on a tomb
the boom the bust
I got a few more dollars I place it on trust
watch the silt turn to dust
Hands over hands too much is a must
too late to place saints
Quit while your still quiet it's easier
to reflect hate then sit sad
I reverberate, mad, the life of a lamp the size of a stamp
The silt turns to new dirt the burnt earth laid uneven turf
Certain frames pinnacle ideas terminal presented in a sermon
Brandished loose hairs left curly white on top of stairs
Fought for a futon laid to rest in a recliner
sunshine looms
Swept the dirt turned dust with a broom out of the room
It settles like liquids do in a kettle
doomed to be warm
Light lifts the steam as if life lifts a finger
To turn a page
To cook dinner
One glorious moment
Pointing the sky, we are winners, one less, astute
Let the potatoes simmer left the world slimmer
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