walked and edger.

theres that fine line again. reared your sexual sense and let me know a little too much. you were gone and still are. figured eights, close but god damn so far away.  just a funny notion of being and amongst. call it casual, knocking on big nerves glassless window. the pain a sill, deep of shards and left for slivers. who's gonna help you out, tweazer, razors, and all the other "z" words that resemble and sway with word play. "dance me to the end of love" edginess enjoyed. life encompassed as the equator. heat sensitive and double duty, free yourself from those lost and lately days. shared high fives just cause any confusion is unnecessary, one world right now. gary snider started writing about mountain missions.. getting there.