Time delivers grace in harmony.
I was your first when you spit
We drop our guard and follow, blinded by our lack of will.
Leading and following wherever it goes
Prayer gives way to fate
diamonds tell her tale
PS, my Mindy sweet agave roasting in the night
running painted freight
wind in the pines
tear the rot out by the roots
to the cobbled cortex of my masses
imagine a world without need of heroes
We are homo sapiens, so we think
judgment’s noose was tight