Reality more than it is.. Really, feel.

has suddenly struck up again

and we see

thoughts a-given is

in the same look

it's by starting why when now's how's

reality more

than it is..feel, see

really distorted sound

cool thing you can do with air

without a-canvas around it

soothing me 

by the sands so rough

it's frozen ahead

knots more hopes

informing me

of elation, amazing

a-tightrope walker

I can stay in the air

and long the smoke journeys on

and a long drink to that imparts lighters

once betrayed the insides flung it

deeply upon rings

your own lips with hearts alit

warm wine or cold beer

in the shadows

what pulls you up

was it of just another thing great than

conclusion chairs to jump everywhere

take a-seat

I could reach around you

I could learn a-lot with that way

it came down here

aslike-so and where-by on story stars are

in a-horseshoe bends holding it in heat

draws us circles

in-doors and O' how's yours enjoy

my head going

somewheres

off and on

O' don't follow

let's go get something by

deconstruction

reconstruction

and can you get me

there spinning puddles

breeds displacement journey's overall

to and fro

a-whirling pool

a-swimming pool

in the sky on

discontentment urgent

clouds of poetry

soaring to outside

in the headway

contains abouts

everything lost

right places setting blocks

times and desks

in the hallway

but I haven't felt like that

wandering off and on

the distance

of the sands

it's confusion on much 

substance was the noise

table for the muse

is always in

something else

and one per se grains

the hourglass flows

across much

waters chanting

in-through-out time

I came back

impossible

until refinement 

the best we are still torn tops off

when a-lot is left

unwritten

in real lifetime 

on now in-through-out

to the battlement

taking it kindly

for one or more

two words will still do

blows thru titles

droppings in a-penny

maybe three

not far off and on

I'm trying to stop

flapping, flapping, flapping

imagines me flying lands

I'm trying to change

it's good for myself

looking back at

what I have left behind

waiting to see

I am certain

O' don't follow

and can you

so is it if any another rage against or more

stepping, stepping, stepping

pertaining of too much must needs

I went only me

on and on what's special to me 

just to the fallen

flown thunder rolls over

in the hills

for the pain sad again is to this night

long ashes burn be a-wandering on

hanging there looking thru

out upon me 

chases the past

under the action

what are the choices in places

between trees

aslike-so and leans to where-by

with a-thread, a-screw up

bare in mind mysterious

at the least

so through this to looms

the restless air

fresh and swift

press it on

I came back

in cinderful ambers

to desire burning out

we chooses fast

temporary me before we be

I used to be

at the back

I done that

and then something by that again

deconstruction

reconstruction

awhile a-making do

through to the insides

of a-dark road

of yonder handfuls

in one stop be to my crystals grown dark

ease it back

I've done something by that again

deconstruction

reconstruction

what throws and grows

flowers aside

because you see

O' don't follow

and can you do that

make it beautatious, Man.

it's the clock that

floats and melts

gone in a flash

although are you set yet

there at all

enclosing the rhymes, reasons  

even without having it

reckless actions

whomever it is still

looking at walls

where's the clock

had already flew

to put around it outside is Fall

after unrestricted visions blues bright

I'm spouting wings

through it all

has been temporary me before we

not deep wells in real

and you can see that

it comes along with-in its 🍎 cores there

thoughts a-given ways

I can stay there

in the middle air

with-in old trees transports