Lay down
I will wrap you in blankets, and cut the lights
Fully in, swimming, silent, soon to dream, eyes still open
follow me once.
slide the vernier scale to the graduation
align the scope to the stake
drop a string from the tangent
and make a mark.
I started this project before knowing exactly why
Process is my elixer
most of the time.
Align the nights events with this allegory
Parlayed through wretched morning
I laid this old pickup truck to rest deep in a forest
and the first tree found its home
through the rust
the same way purpose marries itself to our rib cage
the way ice cream finds its way to the smile
We didn't wait for the music this time
We opened our ears to a quiet winter forest
We Invited them
after the party.
I went through one of the greatest creative periods of my life
the last few years.
However the last 2 years have been dry.
Frozen, my hands, my heart.
Before...
I was in love.
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