Is it life or just memory?
Outsourcing strife or never-ending revelry …
Am I 2b taken, in all that’s given?
Proving true religion, in bootlegging nudity
Its news to me, so I repeat old sayings
Swaying to bends by wind, while steady in upbringing
Battling myself for the prize of believing
Slept on half my lifetime, jarred by disguise delivering outgrowths
I listen by talking over, conversing discourse, reaching accord
So I keep breathing, by blowing hard til wind-breaks afford….
Standing in still water, surveying stars on walks of fame
Wondering outloud, “How long has that glow-ray been looking at me”?!
LOL…..
Meanwhile, deep within space, the same shine is seeking for me 2b……
Discovered as a Matter of Fact by ONE and the same form in Existence!