July 19 2018

A transmission a day

Keeps the doctor away

Same with cleansing suppressed anger they say

get that shit out the way

So I can fill your cup

All the way to the top

And I may pour over my edges

I may glide like pure silky velvet

Across the entirety of my field

Not worrying if it’s tainted or it will reveal

The wormholes I feel

To negate being fully real

To shy from my dulled and painful truth

That I kept myself in loops

Wake that little flame up

Let her light a path

And allow a reveal

Of the light way

The Milky Way

Via lactea they say

The right way

The highway

The freeway

To bliss

To heavens kiss

To knowing exactly this

It’s the quietest murmurings

Who deserve the grandest stage

The map unveils it’s maze

And suddenly a new board begins

Off to the races, I Grin

Learning to love the mystery