NaPoWrimo 7/30 Kaleidoscope

Truth or a compassionate lie / What makes attraction die / Placating wry / Aiming for the sky / Lane adjusts / Switch out my pen for a sunset paintbrush / Another one writes their lust / No biting, all self-trust / Delighting in breaking past the crust / Blasting is never enough / Passing the crime / Catching up / Normalizing deviance / Nobody reading between that much / Keen. Must climb / Dreaming of us signs / Time and stress. / Kindly find one and the other becomes less. / Motherfucker of a test sometimes / And the best doesn’t get a golden fiddle / Blessed castles get whittled / Turn the page / Riddles engage / A little of the archaic page / Middle aged gutter sage says / “Young and making it”, / Running to scrape it / No escaping, no fate / Every day I awake is a way to gain elevation with every statement / Quaking chops / My train of thought runs hot because I was trained to go hard with all I got / From bottom to top / Fluidity affixed / Monopolizing the ripple of “What if?” / Riding my upvote because through my kaleidoscope? / Everywhere is blue and crisp, / Quaint and just fits. / When the day finally spills / Every particle and wave stands still, / Nightfall lands and instills an unmanned quill.