some new, some old, some sketchy, some rough, real?

You will find in me

A delicate dichotomy.

We’re all sick and broken,

So we eat the words that You’ve spoken.

There’s nothing to ignore,

so let’s not dwell in denial.

 

Another night that I feel,

A little out of place.

Where is the secret to be

Content in this space?

Yes, I do the things I want

and I keep up my pace

But where I am going

There is no settlement.

 

Desirous of the Good things, the Good

places, sounds, and discoveries.

Envy has slipped into my mouth,

Another world’s country, in the streets

Where dirt meets the smile, and

Children do the teaching. They are the professors.

Prophecy knows innocence there/and the mud knows Life.

I feel a melancholic gladness towards you.

You peregrine after the Heart. Free in the air…

A heart of cowardice, a wish to go, but

I’m here at bay, losing count of the days.

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