. a cloudy view of weather .
my house cut from lists
like the chaotic data
of time
making refreshments
periodically
in the wrong place for improvements
where a nude strip of air
is preferred to money or actual humans
becoming unbecoming
by never
too much thinking and knowing
too much , without feeling ;
truly ,
the danger
of the almost
other
all knowing .
I too have been half wrong and
one hundred percent right
while I perused the edges
for slightly too long ;
and like you ,
I had something .
then ,
my
perfect
refreshment day
blurred
and it burns , and a blur
enters
the gauzy light
to warm
my rounded out mechanics
and I am anew ;
scalpel .
its great
thanks <3 I just read it again before posting and I just thought it made so much sense