i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

Conditional love. Far from Gods original love.

Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.

How does one say something new and not retell?

Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need.

Talk to me in poetry. / It is all I understand.

and you taste / of the memory of god abandoned.

. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

Purity is defined by the clearness of the stars

Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.

Find that gem amongst your so-called, "friends.

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The stars will live for me, if not anything else