Disframed

The. of living

is not found amongst this

Individual of person

to person perspective

,look around the self

Alone in polished chrome

disowned

Nothing of your worth

is window shoppiers interest

A plot of exposure for display

Of humility on the daily of you

Plot and watch me for you to not know oddly you do see and not want any of thē

This person of interest yearly a percentage

Accumiltes for the worth of my flesh and silenced soul

My wealth of my mind is only in experience

of being of each of any of this world I thank you each and all of hate and love taking the good with the bad and ability to have know the difference between the individuals this is the hate on me

for

NO,

THESE HALLS

Its heard,

It begins with the unhurried stretch of time,

a generous allowance to simply be. Keep that

What it who's to say into you say

the out side of me and what you may thought is seen not , this why is shown for you to see the interest of you to see this thermal heated vision has it what it is, not my mind frame why not to give show so you know my privite is your interest for me to be hurrast until I enter my rest smuttening on my name as you narrerate this thurmal thatb doesn't glitch unquestionably, stress kills and as it is said

I'm being destroyed , sense I'm not common with

Know of the natural before this ,

I had family relationships with any and all

These flaws I'm not dodging

The breath that draws easy, what is it

cooperates, strong enough for the journey.

Then the architecture of peace, a quiet mind,

the cluttered attic finally can it be swept clean,

allowing to trace patterns

mornings, not enough for y'all not to

Know the ora of ignorance,do it to my

Self lie to you me us they knew we can't believe

not rushed by alarm clocks, but eased in by birdsong, the scent of brewing coffee,

watching the world wake up slowly,

like a hesitant flower.

The wings to roam, the ability to travel,

not just seeing new skylines,

but breathing in different air,

letting the horizon reset

the scale of small worriesof more victims

Where we were the profound grace

of rest without guilt, me not

the permission slip ,never to be needed

to simply stop, to lie down

in the middle of the afternoon

and not apologize for it

Nourishment served on simple plates,

home-cooked meals,

the mixing flour and water

and turning it into

The radiating stove

no translation. Not cold not hot

But a rock

The final, essential currency:

Mind the knowledge of the wise

Of thy dome of the untainted

a mirror reflecting your best self,

even when it's oddly not excepted,the way of you is the reason for he knows,the reason of you why they do what you know not to need to believe for your your own sanity

This is your,I'm mean they're life, their mental relief

Of their

Taintedness ,