Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

something else

We are what we are
every ill and in spite of

We come in pieces
to make peace in this soul

We will become
every bit of each other

When we learn to let it grow

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