As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Monday, July 28, 2014

What is in my cup.....

I thought the begining of this year had left my spirit but I feel like I have just pulled back the past and wrapped it over my back like an old wooly jumper that smells like burnt out fire embers.

I keep dreaming of the people.  Why am I so overcome by my own emotion  even though I removed the past life.  And now you blow around like smoke, weaving across my heart

And I hold tight onto the flesh to make sure the beat is there.....


When will you fold away into the dark......

Cup, not
Defined by my

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