If i say to you tomorrow.

Basement flooded with blue sky.


Deep shadows breathe.


Only. For a moment......I saw a thought.


Knees drill the concrete only to find no answer.

Maiden voyage for once, ... no captain.

Wood frame burns twilight

Enough is not said, only forgiven.

Real life, plastic dreams, recycling the past leaves more room to dump false memoirs.

Wade out, fog in the water never counts your blessing.

Maybe those deer have a soul begging  in the churchs pinstriped parking lot.

Say.....

It is so-

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 proud hands are always a little dirty.