angels memory

blinders create the path

forgiveness finds its way untethered by common sense

wellbeing goes numb to the touch of commonality

analog beats the drums with handmade sticks grown from soil, maybe a foot down and its all the same, dirt is honest-..  truth at every step

If only I could walk upside-down maybe the grays would turn to blue as the dew seeps into my feet, the gift of grass, those little green dudes are pretty cool

whats on the other side is what matters-

the makers meeting is just a fable