I wonder what will happen threw these
last days as children
will it simply be a mindstate of visitation or forever given days of jubilation
can i mediate threw this planet of rombus & prisims
is this all what I make of it.
tall statues and tv dinners
deliverance of flashing lights
sounds & colors
forever touched deep by the scent of fresh flowers
old rail ways
& ghost towns.
radio towers which share my darkest memories
and the memrobiia that reminds me of her singularity
trails of depth in a chamber of trust forever commemirated and hung here
on a wall from which time moves threw
and love is true to.
splashes of color paint a story of such,one of heart break
I hope you can trust in me as much as I trust in us
we were born as
much greater than the gods.