why are you still here?

is your soul beauty

i could tell

in wishing ponds

that wished me well

in circling paths

of a sweet nightingale

like tell- told paths

in lullabies you fell

deep sleep

harpering

the

noisy

life

jumping

off

the cliff

it was never extract

it was always right on the tack

a hundred percent

purest blood, frequent

are we ever anywhere

then we are supposed to be

lonely and free

awake  and diseased

there are so many reasons why

anyone is anywhere

so many

circumstances

to bring us to here

belong

below

be strong

just so you

know

you can

be

some way

you

are

supposed to be



i have to think

not writing so quickly

i have to stop

stop breathing

so frequently