crossing a crossing to a new day a bridge between the last and this keeping acute focus on the whole not examining the individual fragments relief the river below a flowing of the extraneous watching
three spirits one man if you listen deeply you will hear my howl it comes from my heart sometimes in soft whispers sometimes a hollering call always of love always protecting always for you at day as i roam forging through the woods it is my test
the you are you listening to me the me inside of you the 1 you turn to when lonely when bored the 1 who answers with sometimes not so kind words the 1 who thinks you’re the best even when
greatness greatness came yesterday when anger left clearing a space for vision leaving doom to fend alone the magnitude of truth finally fills the air never forgetting rather tucking away despair gloom taking a long slow inhale exhaling a sigh that has no hurt taking
comfort a call away there is something something bothersome something vexing something in the air that lingers around despair echoes amongst the limbs desolation sticks to the twigs despondency brushes the bark something not quite right when light fades and shadows
