White noise

Bless I am on finger spawn

Electric trenches bathing my cervical

Back and fold I’m a circus; locomotive

Freedom brings Casanova, baby mothers, and virgin wings

Spirals of the world most foul

Dancing wolves who often howl

One day

One day see the fruits of my labor
Miracle after miracle
How lightly I’ll float by
I’m sure I wouldn’t even recognize
How slow my mind processes
I’ve been keeping my eyes to myself
Can’t see me
Refuse to see
One day I’ll be a shooting star and won’t be able to help but notice.
I won’t even be able to stop; catch a glance or nothing
The collisions will simply be an after thought as I’m smoking a winter spliff

Safe & sound

Leather numbings

Tip toeing on waters

I’m holy now

Have touched the heavens

Came back lively vessel

I’m home

I’m home