i am practicing and practicng in the hopes that lines
i write about this season of your birth
-which by amazing coincidence is the seaon of my own--
will get a little better
and perhaps by better i mean rhyme more, flow more
and perhaps, no dcertainly, i think the best way you
see, to make poetry
turn out is
honesty
and honestly i start to feel that being there is
half of what redemption is, and actually tasting your
coffee is salvation
savoring this moment, this taste this fascination
and i wonder, a little bit, if part of the
darkness the son of man delivers us from is
simply the realization of a hey
and a hi and an ohhh...
you see, the dark last only a little bit
and things aren't quite as bad as you think
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