Blind Through Sideways
Certain things went down and they went down so well, never knew that the downside could be so strong and masterful. A chaotic serene muse drips with a voracious appetite and roots by my side for an aeon. Collection of cliches frictions to my side to make aware a presence of things that I have come to see. But visions are not seen, I repeat the same routine to a mark and when I wake up, an army follies behind me to pick up my dust and absorb my intentful steps while they study the intricacies of my feet. My movements are locked into their detailed observations. Everything is in a sorted coordination and take sidewalk when I move. I see a sunset over the hill and it glimmers in an unfailing shimmer to my waking eyes and mind, but I am still confused. Guess I have to just keep on walking the fire. Sigh
