a stream of consciousness
unglued from
the commonality
is the spade
that unearths
embalmed ideas
from the necropolis
of the mind
rancid love,
beloveds confined
body and mind
the effervescence of youth
remains consumed in
the greater concoction of collective hope
how far away was home
caught in a storm
unbeknown
You jump, you climb
Hop, skip and push at the assembly line
Stay true to the state, for the truth is sublime.
to become a cacophony
of blurting excesses
from nothing
time stand still
upon the trail
gathering details
the heart will do
what it must
lonesome and mistrust
