It is when all courageous moments catch creative fire again, when all angles of disenfranchised eyes comfortably collide, decode and delicately decide … To mightily realign this time!
Oh, by the heartfelt might of crazed design – On the paralyzed person’s problematical part.
Yet, we have to ask… but can they really PERHAPS gather their misplaced gainings and st-ART
To carry a dancing heart.. … Is to search the (swollen sea-shelled) seashores for a preciously kept piece of everybody else’s less-kept secrets?
Oh, my — brought back together by the kind gracidity of enough humongous overtures and especially given over
By way of a miraculous sense of belonging again… And (beautifully) bargaining to make singular sense of only ever themselves.
Of sometimes.. Just sometimes… of … Somebody else
This ((crying-shamed)) time
Oh, my — can her water-work eyes really feel the weight of the w(h)ine at the fall of ‘kindly’ nighttime
Fueled this time – To collaborate and creatively collide.