Beyond the hard recorded well to the age of loss    -   In the chance balance of  galaxies in tune
We master the moment. 
Resolve the system of loves preferred  -  
Contemplative pharmakoi like you,
Resigned to determine your next dozen steps or the happenstance of anything that comes,
In the gravity of all sense besieged of the luster avant  lash to the pitched narcotic.

Expand the essence my space age scribe, &  intensify thy sound,
subject to the kind here we share.

Remember she forgot. 
We continue more aware of what realities surrounds us, between toast and death,
Into the shadow-clouds revolting purchase   -    
By chance, somewhere between indecision and indifference
Where anything can be used - both for & against everything.

 Into the discreet category her alias shrugs the burden of identity.  The disorder of the day   
In the possibility of perfection.
Shot thru line forth (permanent) permanence   -  

We Begin the Fix.

 Even though we’re mostly rushing,  You trace the arc .  
Chase the immensity
Into the great small forger of lark     
Seeps the illumination of last year's leaves

All around you watch how we trade living for being occupied.   
Find no comfort in those who no longer seek.  
Be they lost, completed, forgotten or postponed in the journey?

Unable to decipher their secrets  -   Spent wishing the eternal now  
Can we create in ourselves a masterwork ... Or recreate ourselves?
The wooden ships we build to carry us on a rudiment of blocks reveals its own, new labyrinth.

Memory across my skin to chance shoes  - 
Like I loved you once -
Caused lack to catch us
In the unmeaning try - hurt - swallow - hard  - 
Tuning to your own broadcast

The yester now awake the drone.  
You try and reflect what is beautiful.
Enjoying the most of your bided time For the thing you need, 

Scratching secret ink upon your skin
Above way this consequence  ... of being and moving,  
I am told lead can’t declaration and possibility sort.
Shout the spout with sometimes.   

Felt soon better than so lostly the easy accept , 
Turn less but knew , what is necessary. (?)
Beat down by the reason variance of life spun to such imaginings

We started this all before.  
Heard why seem to look like split up property
Missing knot to me the world, my love,    

As late as often is.