Hazy Acres

It begins 

Another room entered to settle in 

Moments that click

Sharply resonates 

Telling the instinct 

Dabbling for more within a larger intent

How far must we go

Knowing there isn’t a true end 

Outside of the only one 

She was pretty 

I wish I didn’t think that

While enjoying the sense of it 

My focus is still getting back to the center 

Peacefully 

I imagine sex has a spot there also 

We are sitting in the same space

Thinking not to think 

Soft sound waking up the matter

Bones in curve 

Sunday offering 

Much needed for weeks that stacked

Other peoples poor intent

When you are exposed to a larger sound

In a bigger room 

Impossible to leave 

Staying to carve out the land properly

Machette soul 

Pointed ancestor 

With the normal set 

Its ok to be human 

And this music is filling the room 

Broken knobs in a fixed position

Running from the truth

Holding whats dedicated to the self 

Without needing it 

Making it less loud in a packed expectation

Keep it simple 

Let the mind fly while the body does the work

Counter intuitively relying on hope