acid

and in the middle of the page turning

everything becomes fluid

for all eyes were the same

and I do not mean what I tried to do

before I had chosen to become what I am

bent now

I must interject myself unto the other side

where everything already made sense

inside the lens captured

tried to rest but the best way to life

is to love

heal heal heal within the lower half

of your fight never fought off

strong before levelling

into the soft warm hands

and now I cannot stop

until the flow is broken

misery breeds misery

and all we see is the inside out

don’t forget to write love letters -

between the lines of a promis

and a distant goodbye

it’s probably best to trouble your lights

might enter into the trusted lashing out

the loudest intervening is the loveliest

when you sleep through it

-D.