connection
believe me or do not. The raw is that which has rendered me the mantic of the body's instinct to fly, sorry, to soar. why an excuse.
tis' not it is, tis' the sound of the drum that whispers my power demonizing the effort
to be normal, out of the wild into the comfortable...
I am comfortable in the hesitance of sole or soul attitude
no named, abandonded born exile, born misunderstood beautiful or nurtured shadowed away
for better or for loss I am in myself to endorse or embody that portrait
my poor trait of loving, loving the comma and the period of the trance
when I am entirely lost
in my own DEAL, I deal the universe.
