Sometime down the sidewalk
Something hits you
Like a freight train in slow motion.
You dissipate into pieces
And come together in the strewn gory!
Then you see things as they are
Not as you see them.
Glory or gory? you would wonder!
The lurking images in the shadows
Start making perfect sense.
A course correction, if you will
Scatters itself on your being
Sewing you together.
Shaded, peeakboo actuals
Play a subtle light on your visual.
That sagging laugh line over your lips
Looks like a whatnot
Like a streak of highlight that enhances a facade
Almost sexy, if I might say
In the most non sexual way!
Sometimes down the windy path
Something fuses into you
And you cease to love and become love
You cease to wonder and become wonder
You understand soul erotica
You Look within for everything you need!
You exclude and you become an Inclusion
In fluid fusion.
You look at a sag in the skin
And see a muse.
You smile without a reason
You see the divine orchestration
And laugh out loud
At your stupid need to plan and ponder,
Worry and wander.
You understand you don't need to be perfect
To be pure!
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