If God won't let me fall asleep, fine.
I won't sleep.
I'll just day dream for a bit.
White lines go back and forth to create a pattern of whicker baskets
curling around peas vining up and down
The wirey mixtures create a canopy,
around a coned cape of fabric.
Inside the little fort there is a pair of jeans
with bluer flecks among the wash.
I won't sleep.
I'll just day dream for a bit.
White lines go back and forth to create a pattern of whicker baskets
curling around peas vining up and down
The wirey mixtures create a canopy,
around a coned cape of fabric.
Inside the little fort there is a pair of jeans
with bluer flecks among the wash.
The pocket is shining and beating.
What is in the pocket?
Gaze shift sharply vertical to see
through the frayed pocket the light
that emanates is deeply saturated
with a rich marbley brown.
Outter edges of the rays are golden
but the inner stay light and white.
Somehow the marbley brown conveys … a message.
Through the soft webs that break and part
like fresh melted mozzarella
Comes out a stream of mindful ism that starts off
small and grows as you tear through
I pull off the excess white webbery from my fingers.
The letters are clear In the air to read now:
The blanket fort and whicker patterns.
The Amber marbley unexplained brown.
The light that emanates from the jean square.
Was it dreamt? Was it real? Was it even important?
Inhale, just soak up
What is in the pocket?
Gaze shift sharply vertical to see
through the frayed pocket the light
that emanates is deeply saturated
with a rich marbley brown.
Outter edges of the rays are golden
but the inner stay light and white.
Somehow the marbley brown conveys … a message.
Through the soft webs that break and part
like fresh melted mozzarella
Comes out a stream of mindful ism that starts off
small and grows as you tear through
I pull off the excess white webbery from my fingers.
The letters are clear In the air to read now:
The blanket fort and whicker patterns.
The Amber marbley unexplained brown.
The light that emanates from the jean square.
Was it dreamt? Was it real? Was it even important?
Inhale, just soak up
the ocean air and leave out the salt.
Drink up the smoothie, leave the ice.
Ignore the brain freezes, the sun burns, the unnecessary bark.
I swear, you will be happier once you realize that all which you gain is under your control. The frosting is all you can taste. The best part of the muffin. The good night text. The end of a good book. When the Advil kicks in. When the rain stops falling. The record of sprints on that day. The morning latte. The moment when you finally fall asleep.
Drink up the smoothie, leave the ice.
Ignore the brain freezes, the sun burns, the unnecessary bark.
I swear, you will be happier once you realize that all which you gain is under your control. The frosting is all you can taste. The best part of the muffin. The good night text. The end of a good book. When the Advil kicks in. When the rain stops falling. The record of sprints on that day. The morning latte. The moment when you finally fall asleep.
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