Dirty // Hope

 

Lines

Lineage

Little lapses into love and reconciliation

Shoot for the moon and 

Hope for the stars

Mirrors scar the unscathing

Long talks about dirty places

Faces forward to the sun.

(Jump.)

Little indiscretions echo
across the valleys

that separate our points of view.

The proof is in the pudding

and the milk has been left out far too long
.

Wings spread wide with a run and a jump to

soar

yet stumbling blocks trip and tear, thrashing me to the surface just shy of spectacular segue to solid ground.


Forte found in fornicated praise.
The search for everything begins and ends in the middle of nowhere, stark sterile no-mans land devoid of identity.