Naming comes again but this
I haven’t been able to explain for too long
And don’t want to ever again.
Lost is living
And freedom from the saddled racetrack.
I want to rock on my feet
With my life balancing on my head
And my love flitting around me.
My floating.
This is it
And wherever Ed may find me.
The mosquitoes buzz without landing
Making music in the croaking night.
My cold feet remind me of the ground
And rubies touch gently down
But I forever stare at the skies
Which have become my home
And am the bliss that follows me.
People can read and scoff in fear
Or disbelief which I agree
But this INABILITY has engulfed me
With Mine
And fingers web connecting.
There is no more beginning nor end
But simple NOW
And simply nice.
The pen is propriety
The Power of Know
Is Yes.
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