I looked at, Myself And said, “I am better Than this.” And This Looked back, And said “Who you?”


I looked at, Myself And said, “I am better Than this.” And This Looked back, And said “Who you?”
The voices from the start, Will narrow direction As the hope And us Do part.

I told them, I was feeling blurred And that the purgatory, Of the answerless Was mine, To be assured.

In the delegation Of derogatory Allocation My expression Is an allegory That is already Mistaken.
Is the chaos of a fall, A pattern After all?

To be A stranger To my own Mess.

Understand then, That of all of when I chose now.

Gusts of self expression, Have turned myself Around. But if you were to ask, Have I yet been Found? My […]

The line, Will pull the outset Trail to a Time, When Then is Now To be met.