No thoughts have been fooling around
But the thought to think
To Think beyond what I know is happening
Ideas have broken to a burn deep down
Their shards scratch the walls of flow
Motives are lost and I am soul
The motive in fire the soul in flow
The desire of thought beyond the Real
The hope to exist, flourish, the hope to fly the Hope
Lest to stumble the march is on
Hiccups are followed with a tenor’s song
To stone and flesh and fire and flow, to lively impact, thus is sung
It isnt a hard line it isnt a soft cheese
Its the slow death through pomp glory and glamour
In fear of not living atal in silence, its the clamour of pitch
As silence becomes death , the flight is on
To a much beholden desire, human can embrace a hot humanity
Tnd thus turn a Cyclonic Constellation.
We want to live,with worth that defines life,
With impact that defines worth, But maybe nothing defines worth, beyond a salty feeling when its not met
Yet as Final we want to start, a belief in contradiction, a passion in belief, A soul in Deed.
Humanity should not sleep
Even if it sleep walks
I should dream in action.
I should act never to sleep
Sleep never to die
Die never to forget life that hath maketh the Universe wherein I lived and Died.
My thoughts of a Blind
That never go blind
But where always in dream of waking up. In that moment I exist to see a transluscent reality not only of the Visible, But of the Blind and of the beyond.
I desire, I think , I March.
In anticipation of an clear unknown.
I have felt myself for that moment I think, The existance and my force to look at the Universe, a momemtary force, a spike to foreplay with existance.
It is not I,
Thoughts have been not fooling around
They just lept for a moment.