I have absorbed you, your fate your unhate, and your skin into my within and I like it- love- could anything always be so grand? When the pull of hush grasps my hand your hand(some face)? Summer is creeping in feeling thin and, oh, my friend! What comes before? Tis only always nothing more than everything that craves the core(sponding catch?) Click like clack and tic like tac and toe dont know where nail is at- in the wrist- pinned up, fist to fist against the shift of tide where In I ride with silver horse, silver moon (silver dream comes too soon?) Crucified in a dream freedom from the lie freedom from the thief crowning unfaith into belief- concentrate(demons falling) need to see them calling crawling in on all fours- into my skin- (where only you are allowed in).
I am.....a Jester playing on the chessboard of Space-Time...
a seamstress of dreams and a weaver of of seams
clothing the soul in rhythm and rhyme
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