I float on a cloud wondering possible futures
Falling asleep with the hope of a suture
It isn’t the fear of another cut broken
For a fool I would be to buy in the notion
To put into words what the brightest tomorrow
Idyllic would be, is confusingly simple.
A step in the forest, with two legs for the walking
A sunset bright burning, with two eyes synced in locking
A riddle of heaven
A song from the jester
A lover who’s skin cradles softly, my questions
A service of savior with a heart open always
A stranger who offers the key to a locked gate
A field of wild flower
A child of power
A way to discover the beauty of “sour”
A dance in the city, no care of the watcher
A stream of believers turning into the authors
A bicycle ride
An absence from time
A teaching surrendered from those who have died.
I wake on the cloud with more questions than answers
I study the rungs, not the brink of the ladder
Tomorrow unlikely to give me my omen
Instead giving honor to only the moment
I hope when the day has arrived for no breathing
My body has given each blessing her season
-Slim Freddy
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