i pray
i prayy
that i
that iโโโdye
preying for love
praying for cutting joy
i wish no longer to be dirty,
or muddied, or self-determinedly sinfulโฆ
my being feels this when without is an agitation
i reach i reach i reap the deepness, the deepest presence
with devils and demons on my shoulders
i pray for prey
we must bless cycles.
this isย proper.
iโm getting beyond poetry. should i return, in a way, back to
prose? I JUST love! line breaks so much
in chunksย โฆย โฆ in chunksย โฆ tayloredโโโthatโs chuck-chuckieโs
can you feel my power with this white, digital backDrop?
who is by your side>>>
i donโt want many anyone to think iโm a creepโฆโฆโฆ
who wants me to wants to look me in the eye? i? i? iรทiยฟยฟยฟยฟยฟยฟยฟ
how do we combat wretched mindstates?
iโm wrestling.
my body is all red from the sun. does that have to do with the running blood of the root chakra?
foundation / foundation /โโโpatienceโฆ
be the space you inhabitโฆ
we r ALL special.
gait impacts how weย smell
is this door closing? i donโt have time for petty
prose. my truths ring to0 loudโโโand time is now time isย up
i just want to bury
my skull and soul in2 thisย pillow.
who cares
who cares
whoย cares?
agony.
yea.
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