Tuesday, October 21, 2014

In my favorite spot on the Rez during sunset

The splattering of a cloud sky or the scattering of a cloud high
I don't know you 

I can't know if I'll ever show you dears

The shrapnel rings of a mind's eye 

the raffling of purpose and I
Do not know truth or I cannot know if I'm to explode truth
my dears

The high jacking of a path in line 

the scraping between authenticity and what I will not try

I do not have 
not know 
not now
what I have 
know not what to do 
with these fears

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