here i live watching myself
in the waiting room watching -waiting
my head is a time machine
my body is a time bomb
what keeps the pressure building?
…I Have Promised To Walk Across The Bridge
No Pushing, No Pulling, By Forces Unseen…
The storyteller spoke:
“This tale found the winds held in her hands,
while below salty seas and reflective crystal waters her truths lived.
They teased the surface like a school of flying fish or a porpoise up for air.”
“This tale found him fortunate. He seemed to elicit from her that look of intimate …
We claim to know nothing of Love,
But we wrench it up in each other
The ancient windowsill and it’s cobalt blue contrasts
oversee the sun-shined courtyard that has always been there.
In the name of being as honest as possible
He’s made sure they know the former reputation…