Open Love

In seeing it all shrink about My soul speaks mountains from a needle For all the pointless pale attempts to wash out human pupils... My glow is sealed with humble healers, Ones who won’t get lost or wheel this Realness in any kind of form/mess A million messages sung, secret. I can’t tread sand that hides, Pretend I understand the croaking lullaby Believe that we work for fun and always die... When work is wild and worthy with time I can’t sign, or stay silent, With stars around me pulling brightness Awkward - Stay gripped by the kiss Of wide window spirits... Woken, can’t make a liquid stiff - Stay outcast where the open love is.

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