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Jerked And Swaddled
1-12-20

In legions playing base
I make that pass and down another glass
In pure and noble four as one to recruit and conform
Inside it's Wessex among vast caverns
Getting the job done
Alone at the heat of the world in Jules Verne
We have much to learn along its gratuity's soil
Fragment upon arrival all indeed is you
For our demands and campfires of rings of reletivity
God has reasons and I am awake at three to no such vagary and lyric
For weird beats and strange glory
Do you think?





It's Killing Me
1-12-20

 Constant, our joy
And growing pains fluent the boy
And his Lionel trains
As to plague them
As to jerk and cradle in that it's killing me
In travel down the bank
Marriages from our arrival
O, yeah it's killing me
For runaway messages and a child
Now into the world in notes, states and new ideas
For another blank page and ceremonious washings
Losing, finding and winning
Grimacing and grinning
And another read before five
And I know to only see it on the TV
Deepest level of myself
The God I can know for certain......





Ground And Baccy
1-12-20

Ground and baccy in the heart of the world
Sundry above ground in new kinds of existence lukewarm calculations
In order like the books
Still wide open in the grasping wind
Pouring us where a passage comes to me on the edge of higher levels of consciousness
Being another one eighty like a three sixty
As a man of many needs alive and heated as to survive
The emotional self reluctant
Don't fret over that new embroider
It's regina....