is it so inconceivable…that if all who has sorts gives some to all who has not that all would balance?
there are days that my mind can’t conceive anything else…but on those eves i spend my time being the spin-top..stopping only where i see mine ability…howling to be free…the wolf inside the sheep…
to loan my thoughts to another thought..another conception…another introspek-shun/ned away from being really who i am…far too long..wider than gallow..tomorrow i will think of another..tomorrow i will forgive my mother…i said that yesterday…making time to pray where i am constantly at lay prostrate/that tube is a sacrifice unto the gods..glory glory under the head nod…i am evaporating…faint…vague..awaying from this place…beckon known not/ too early to get fault-
ed and wed with another
these damn thoughts of stagger needs to find a way to take its cloke and its dagger!
i aint superwombman