I Am Still Here

destiny shimmy shake

Simplistic futures carrying for my needs.

Torn structures lifting me.

Morning light comforting my view on covering an extra body.

"Return of the Mac" shines across and up.

Taking hard lessons from Godly, albeit ambiguous, words.

My mind and blood tells someone to listen.

Then, no one does.

Afterwards, I sing something.

Promises to sing along rise up and reign.

Tainting arguments make mazes.

Shaking the emotion at it's core prepares for the wait.

Author's Note

Understanding should be deeper than a possible review.

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[huma]

I'm listening
to the language of birds...
the greening