Got no ride/right on it…

Focusing and soaking this shit in.

Just wanted to ‘lean upon and betwixt’ – sheets tangled, hair mangled, spirit meandered onwards and upwards.

Twould’ve been nice, it would’ve garnered more time with sanity. Hmmphf

Besides the invasion,

which cannot be recalled,

Moments have turned into imagination

rendered, riled up and left wanting; frictionless, speeding back into motion.

Fortunate not to turn into salt (couldn’t help looking back).

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~ by tashpoeme on February 18, 2010.

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