it's about the held hell! in accidence, and mistaking for mistakes.
(i’ll take my things and questions, i’m sorry i settled in, i was told by your words of kindness and love to believe in this, and not intent. i’ll take my things and questions, i’m sorry my darling, i was told by your words of intention not to leave or give in. getting new reasons to fall, and - like that new person i became - changing’s not the end of your stare into my eyes. don’t take it from me, it’s been such a long time, and told me don’t take it, i’d change it all again. well i’d spoil your expectations like i spoil every ending, every time then say something nice like i’m the prettiest you’ve ever seen and never alone. you'd told more upset faces those nice texts you’ll never send again, everything and stay some time, right, like i’m the prettiest you’ll ever see, always alone. really putting the iris in these wide-eyes, in the dark beneath from dilation toward, it’s under huge temples, ones ever wond'ring those words. am i cute for the taking or am i cued "take the fall", was i rude in awakening call, falling for you; dating at all. it is not silent but creates silence, it is quiet and it makes quiet. deafen my ears and with the sound make no dance, it is quiet, makes a place quiet. heaven is silent without sense, stay very, very quiet. we are on the way)
from In a World..
released March 1, 2017
truly moving spoken word poetry by my digital children: (in order of appearance) Helene; Joey; Ruby; Rupert.
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