a little of this, a lot of that.

pent up on air

surrounded by nothing

holding that jar

of this crisp empty life

suckin’ it back

while ropin’ the wind

in the dark neon skies

of that world

no one sees

and here in my palm

lies this naked swift truth

of a thousand small years

all wrapped up

into one

…and that deep simple need

that i so know i do

stays in wait just beyond

of this calling



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