Hazy Acres

Could be more thorns 

Poke move poke

Stab 

As a journey narrows 

If it is to be narrowing 

During the greater push to expand 

One over two onto three to infinity 

And around we go 

Thorns poke

Words too 

Birds and bees and lovers

Mystery 

Lasting movement in the abyss 

This pokes 

Hits different 

Resonating down a line of words

Moving one in front of another 

Where it wasn’t before

Shuffling 

Cope spelled Kope is also Poke 

All the waves are crashing 

On my face 

Then they go away 

Then they crash 

Little stations surrounding it with the same songs 

Same things spoken

Predictability

Anxious predictability 

Thorns poke 

People are thorns 

And they are boats 

Lovely moments 

All of it 

Where is perfection 

Buried where it should be 

Although I still look out 

Curious 

Wearing it’s cape in the dark 

Gold in clay and pink doors 

Spinning the stew 

Segments of fragmented ideas

Broken in glue 

Take one word from these words

Place it with the others

Shake it up 

Read without eyes 

It’s always a feel without limitations 

Until the poke 

The hello from reality 

Wake up dream

Now you are a thorn human 

With other thorn humans 

I should do a cartwheel 

The answer is in the cartwheels 

Narrowing