Finite lines drawn in sandied reflections drastically changed my direction; now I’m looking at you knowing my view is askew.
I’m feeling misplaced in this place of resistance.
Your insistence that I make a difference is met with indifference.
I could not
I’m careless with these thoughts I thought you should know.
The show you were seated for has sold outside the box;
Rusted and shut; locked
Ticket to ride sliding into my psychology; this ecology Marvin Gaye cried about; before bullets took him out;
makes me wanna Holla.
Can you hear me?
Sounds Bouncing off walls of my interior frame; I’m asking is it sane to remain in the same space time after time traveling; when I should be dribbling down court to sort friends from foe; regular joe from decapitated dreams; streaming realities borrowed and burrowed deep within the stain of living in altered states;
dictated by a past that has not died.
Each morning awakened, tried, trials and tribulations anxiety drenched sensations standing over ovations; ovulating to birth new.
The healthy baby is truth
but belaboring pangs aren’t due.
Breath deep mama.
one to you.