encouragement for the bold at heart

nothing can forsake the

irresistible stream of time..

the blinds are open now for quiet mornings,

morning glories,

silent streams and beams of borings,

things and quarries,

carving out the caves,

getting trapped in your own mind...

and when you find yourself,

feeling what you've felt,

then take your folded fiber, quiet soft survivors,

and cut them out with spiders,

sharpened tools will do the trick...

feeling sore and feeling sick...

they walk out slowly, ghosts and liars, moisture driers,

feeling for the fallen past..

futures formed, the futures last,

they've fallen down, and fallen blind,

are lost and far behind....

so put it simply, said so limply,

soap and swallows swell the psalms;

so save some time, corrupt your prime,

and pollen all you palms;

for when the dusk has settled yet,

and knowing's all you know,

then when you go, and if you grow,

you'll loose and leave your binds.

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