in this globe i am alone or they are in a globe with different rules, ideas and plans no cracks get in the way

the words dancing with the notes as you make the music sing up and down as they go around per-sifted to fill the air

pen in hand etching the details of this life as it comes no planned out

if i mix red and blue will it make… or a fragment of the odor it could be the base or nothing at all the wash between cycles

reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words

i tried sign language, the languag… they call it, the mating call, the… of the pelican to the penguin as t… and you see the light through the… and know that there is hope, waiti…

it can take the butterfly a long t… stretch its wings to the full leng… using them as antennas to look int… the future and know how many beans… if while fumbling in the pocket, t…

i can shine your armor and make ready placing arms and legs in encouraging you to be steady as we start to begin

leaves of red and gold come crashing down in disgust that after such a little time of s… and finally –perfecting color the beauty is cast down and trodde…

as my thoughts turn orange you see and cling to me wanting to do what you use to do and now the physical is gone

the light seeping through the crac… as the soul longs to be seen spraying colors of emotions as seeing the soul with clear lens the split mirror shows two sides

until now when the understanding is felt while sifting fingers through freshly plowed dirt

no going around the bush here picking the posies to expose the bleeding tears - sear with the hot rung a rose left dripping with the memories

a convitare of pastries and tea ricevimento of the package a little ballo on skates picking the paint off the fence to place in the box and wrap