Me ive lived only in ...
( for three years, to the day...or one or two ago)
something else ..
an extrapolation?
into what they could never be
all only kind of theory...
from their playbook every word ( no deeds)
i always listened and took fullest heed.
maybe after all their ultimate get out of any DOing, word is true
a hologram, but i know mine is far more happily energised
vibrant pink or emerald
aura and frankenstein monster machine leccy bolts
and ... theirs, just blue
haze...
all stuck being or grudging ( most foreigners do bot do).
in yesterdays
me every single dawn a tabula rasa
quite content and centred in a little tin casa
i just feel so sory for all the rest ...
dont know friendship is always a test
barrier or two
to beaver-nibble ... and maybe re dam, one future day
in better design
if one can
but all they do is howl at their silly supermoon
live as Woodlander in them for real
extra light is sometimes life over death, thats the only deal...
but theyre all deaf
