Reality more than it is.. Really, feel.

has suddenly struck up again

in service we see

thoughts a-given is

in the same look thick

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

reality more

than it is..feel, see

really distorted sound

cool thing you can do with air

without a-canvas around it

soothing me heated to us

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 lighter

once betrayed the insides flung it

deeply upon rings

your own lips with hearts alit

warm wine or cold beer to trust

in the shadows

what pulls you up

was it of just another thing greater than

conclusion chairs to jump everywhere

take a-seat

I could reach around you

I could learn a-lot with that way saw'd

it came down here

aslike-so and where-by on story stars are

in a-horseshoe bends holding it in close

draw us circles

in-doors and O' how's yours O' joy

my head going

somewheres

off and on

O' don't follow

let's go get something by

deconstruction

reconstruction

communication

so can you get me

there spinning puddles

breeds displacement journey's overalls

to and fro

a-whirling pools

a-swimming pool

in the sky on

discontentment urgent

my hands beneath the water

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

on one per se grains

the hourglass flows

across much

waters chanting seen

in-through-out time

I came back

impossible passes

until refinement 

the best we are still torn tops off

when a-lot is left

unwritten world must

in real lifetime 

on now in-through-out

still beating

to the embattlement

taking it kindly

for one or more

two words will still do

blows thru titles

droppings in a-penny

maybe three

not far off & 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

O' & 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 onto

hanging there looking thru

out upon me 

chases the past

under the action

what are the choices in places

between trees

aslike-so & leans to it where-by

with a-thread, a-screw up

bare in mind mysterious

at the least

so through this to looms

the restless air

fresh & 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

of then something by that again

deconstruction

reconstruction

communication

awhile a-making do

through to the insides

of a-dark road

of yonder handfuls

under the bare tree

in one stop be to my crystal grown dark

at ease it's back

I've done something by that again & again & brung

deconstruction

reconstruction

communication

what throws & grows

flowers aside hopes

because you see certainly

O' don't follow

O' can't you do that

makes it beautatious, made by two

so invisible

it's the clock that

floats & 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

O' you can see that reaching out

it comes along with-in

these apple cores therefore seeks

thoughts a-given ways

I can stay there

in middle air

with-in old trees transports & yearns