What is it that I want to make
that’s not fake,
not a product of delusion
and confusion,
but real with feel, the deal
that makes life grounded
and surrounded by this matter
called love,
this dark matter,
that’s pulling and tugging
at all I believe about the world
that’s held tight with each other,
as a symphony of life,
not strife, not distance,
not fucking war
and deception, but
caught in a touch, a smile,
a tear that’s sits with me hear
at home sensing all that’s good,
and right and true under a blue
sky with the touch of the
sun god on my white skin,
where something like grace
is received without sin?

 

16/6/2026