Spots and Inklings

I have reviewed my spots and inklings measuring each. solidified my moment inside breach of cosmic tare said farewell to sanity and all the hosts I fare given lives I’ve liven for the ghosts of my regret and yet please my dearest give to me, one more cigarette before the fold before we’re told there is no final gift. I cannot shift the moment of our loss it is the drape we wear within the care and toss of our own life we are the one we alone must chew the raggedness of every bone and morsel given hanging thread; banging road dribbles, snivels, ache and cry, one day which will dry. Though we try to understand the very small or hugely grand they are but very aspects of our soul mirrored life of pain and joy for every girl and boy broken toy, maligned, and we must find the wealth behind the gift Momentary shift and xhit between the between, with half-stepped, measured blasting; no pirouetted dancer masking, ballerinas bursting with confectionary bubble. troubling us for spare change, attention in the rubble paupering our paper cups with cuts of customer’s change outside our edifice big and strange cold and rained upon. c’mon. cry me a river stand me out and cut me down and shiver take your best shot, man cause here I am here I am until I am no longer here. none could love you more than I proof escapes my very eye and with it all of my unreleased reach wish the touch of Heaven’s Beach love of everything and all with words between us sharing; while staring at each unanswered call.