Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Randomly writing outdoors

Grain, forest, mountain.
Pain, floored-wrist, and poutin’
Sow your grains before you get to the mountain.

Don’t enter the forest with porous courage, otherwise you’ll never leave the forest.
You’ll be stuck never knowing what more-is, like a stranded tourist - never a chorus.

On this Earth, you were given a birth, afterwards you eat for girth.
Not too much, you don’t want weight that hurts

With Earth,
comes birth,
then girth,
seeking worth.
Peeking a wealthy purse,
to provide for a family and all the stealthy births…


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