OFF THE OTHER SPARKS IF THEREAFTER

"like" to see

to think

I do, I told

silently, sincerely

the whole

universe

that these are

my memories

at best finds fast sets gone

why ask anyone 

holes in pictures

faded close

but always

so distant 

faded rose

so bad

so good

so red

Spaces between indifference

still holds ground

my eyes dance

moved ahead 

around back

the past blank

flows the future 

out there upon 

shining brightly 

running from,

renewing with

having desire

"I likes" to see glows

to think 

unto here goes 

a bright fire across

a-creative force 

quick slow

at slides up art outta foot

underneath the moon

too weathered

woods movement afterwards

too weathered

pages beat thrown

taking care

it's gone away

inside places to see

recognize came

in the haze

of the day

decides making it

lost before listening

that meaning is a-well

thru changing

thru burning out

it's away over bridges messes

finding it out

I saw the groove 

worn out

and doesn't cut its links

out-thru the great divide

between echoes

below to strike

aground falls to shows

my hollow dreams

in this scene

it made what

seems a long

way up going

grasping getting

cutting thru what's got

above to causes

circles walk'd deep out

all around

the wooden

bowl I dug out

in sleep I want it

to become

hold my name

I can use it up

where-by at

long last

the waves in space

Alas! One higher helm alert

informs me 

my heart

my signs beside 

myself a-string instant

coffee blending

here my heart ain't

is okay seems i could

sometimes put fourth 

is confusion afoot

l am crazy thru

thrice brains, first marbles lost

alrighty, I got a-trail

something enjoy'd

afar from loss

onwards sinking shines thru glass

as my life is this

leaves it be

holding out more

once more

for afterwards

everything kept

crossing the stars

all this world

sweep it out

can be down flights 

survives dreams hopes wept

thru steps 

there my heart without

is okay, hello

seems i could

sometimes every part

is a clear hole

going underneath a cloth

is a weird light on 

movements wave fair  

my hollow dreams 

can be down flights 

thru steps up

there my heart 

alrighty, I got a-tree

must be you okay seems i would

fallen dark

sometimes you reads

my poems saw'd

can that help

about the pains that condense far

from going it strong observes

my sweet rhyming

visions for waters

tomorrow pours out

sounds together instead

in this language of flowers

under the winding path roads

these lines ran in-thru-out below taught

really only my emotions mistook the way

belongs to a set of trains

really only time ain't gone

yet it might flit

done although in tides

sitting on a-stool can spin

everything goes

glasses full

& hidden how it was like? In my shirt pocket my continual cool.