no mud, no lotus

casting the last goodbyes, final hook, line and sinker. go be free, finally from world’s cruel ties. i will hold here, these grounds to listen for your whispers lapping against the water’s ledge wherever i may be.

A pinch of those. A pinch of said. A pinch of foes. Stir, stir, steer the world round. Of mice, men and strife Fizzing into the ground. Drink, drink, drive it down. Before kife and claim Seep onto my netting gown

There’s no map, just a faint scent Of hope embedded like fermented fish Against the cave walls I must walk through hell first. It ‘s not hot and firey Like most believe it to be – But a cold stillness that will engulf a soul At a wince That coldness never left and became A…

I am a dutiful robot Thus far – secretly in love with You-ain’t-in-Kansas feeling Like a touchdown in an airport Or Hours’ drive on a humanless road just Barreling to nowhere Important where I don’t doubt the power Of soul or need for Things Then guilt gallops in on it’s Monday matrix Horse And I…