shattering to pieces brings relief so fresh the taste is crystal glass and silver
putting together is too wet to catch in the right order and the sorting disgusts mistrusts and falls
we call our own shots but the pots boil over so quickly
thickly spoken words may be misheard and any step can be mistaken
[keep quiet still instead - undefined rhymes and meters for discreet unled movements?]
fear of no is the stop
go is the whynot the tryanyway free
i am failing and it is glorious!
uproar in the orchard and i have grown many brilliant errors!
pick them and juicysweet they run down a laughing face tearful and alive
tomorrow i wake up and make up no excuses
the truth is i want more and asking is no crime
there is nothing blacker than giving up without any with only the calculation
[i am a mess and too complicated to compete to delete insecurity]
take the sun and a pocketfull picnic
there are limits but sleep is for the times we choose
stand up taller and call for a hand to hold
reach out and forward steps in grass too wakeful for fear
clear decks and disregard of unmattering flushaway
bold is the life i will tell
story in the making
live to come true
invite always forward
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