Marbles Roll Down Old Wood

Tether 

In the back drop a half mountain 

Soon color will come 

Boomerang me all over a map with no compass

That was the former inception of existence 

Not now 

I paid a man to cut the thorny pastures for me to walk further

He looked like me but further along the way 

Currency in spilt milk 

Invisible blood wounds that require decisions to heal 

Butterfly follows to whisper 

Continue 

Pointing toward the unknown 

Truth in uncertainty 

Enjoyable mystery 

While I sit here and wonder as the universe sews 

Patchworks filled with moments 

Clearing fortunes will rise 

In a dream you were the same as I remember 

What I really saw behind the eyes

Felt from soul to soul 

Dead spirit at that time 

I drank away the fear of losing what I did not want 

Attachment a tricky bitch 

Her too 

No wonder the street corners of an inner city gather the habitual 

Better than home 

To find a friend that only speaks without words

Invasive acts of demise 

Over time your face shows you the demon 

Through rituals and faith 

Little by little chip away 

One becomes one hundred 

And the new dawns dance with symphonic randomness 

Radiate the nature your predicting 

This isn’t a fake remedy 

Harmonious feng shui 

Each piece creates the beacon for another 

And so on 

Life is similar as a well intended space you’ve expressed your taste in 

A memory lines up with the present 

Filling it with ways to choose 

Some worth a damn 

Others still puncture the worst places 

Inconveniences 

One day you will be just a chip in the wood I cannot replace

Foundational 

This I welcome as part of a life home 

Adding additions further along in the great plains 

Before long you hit water 

Build a boat 

Catch a new fish 

Release   

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