put vengeance on a leash,let malice filter out — good and rightlyfor the righteous aren’t afraid of muchlest knowing all is god’s
we’re at an edge…?a precipice, 2nd winds and Equinoctial twilights — not really?
the warm is very warmi performed candle magick all nighti thirsted desperately for good sleep(and it was hard to come by)…coffee…
her father is unknowni can sleep away doin’ thisthe baby bounces in pleasure-pleasuremy tears pour in this soul; i try…
grass works miraclesthe world is completely, gapingly out of alignmentswhat is “real” seems foreign, dangerous, and unnecessary.