Tuesday Night

Breathing 16 seconds

I can't say normal words.

The life of the Industry is made of fragile birds,

They flie into shoots of industry that lies.

The tunnels of death have become what we think of as lives.

They make us live like human bungalows.

I wanna try to fergit what we have become

inside our toenails and our fingertips

our fingerprints are doubly suspicious.

The musical fun has come back to bite us in the face.

I am a figure of speech.

I want to figure out why you have run up the mountain with no feet.

I want to cradle your entire body like a simple stuffed animal.

The life we live is funny for no reason other than

I have broken the figure of speech ina bottle

of electro magnetic phosphorescent liquids

inside plastic tubes

I forget the words that i forgot to mention

When you are overjoyed at my exposition

I want to fergit why you overcame the sadness

\of your own youth

I am possibly open to your eczema 

scratching your arms and legs and pelvis

and gentiliaa

I wan to forgive every second of your after existence

I forgot to spell your name on the sky

with a cloudy marker, purple and grey and brown

Don't forgit to slap my my face

with Your Little Finger

I'm open to Your suggestion

if you have a box inside your human bodily frame

I wan to forget why You came back

I was so happy that you are me

and I am you

Why are we so afraid of each other?

I'm so sorry that you have a hard time

reconciling your face and your mission

in this existence made by God.

made by the everlasting truth

of Why you are still exercising your rights

to a free and fair life.

Good Bye

My apologies. I will sincerely forget your life.

But you must find a happy existence

within{g} Your Own Mind.

You must forgive Yourself.

Now you have found 

The Time!

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