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pretending to be weak-eyed

Posted to Poetry




my paintings align with the memories to
form incomprehensible gray, not pain.
-This is for all creators, because God is a he, and because he
can be human, he understands such.
when the texture is not his
Strokes in love with strokes more than their movement,
"get on with it"
ok,
Destroy a love, a grayness into love -
based on a thought regarding world debt. fearless.
Spokes in love with spokes more than innocent
feet pedaling down the end-summer streets, west Texas.