Saturday, July 23, 2016

mister lays at my feet, in the sun dreaming, i can tell that he's dreaming by his breathing.

i know that i happen to be, 
i happen to be here with you,
this happens. 
 it's always been this way this time it's always been.
 
the main thing, the main thing is, the thing of it is, not the thing itself.
 
the past was here settled, got stirred up, many times, it had a history that was
continual disruption. we entered it, this became that and that this.  we got a little stuck at times. we sighed, times like this.. not made
for this. 
 
look at me now.
what crisis do you see.

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