what would this world be like
if never the touch of further worlds got me
and further gone i
further going
though my mind says already:
enough.
would the streets be the same?
or less tasteful
i think perhaps
all this will grow to shamefulness
that my subject matter of waves
must when i become mother
turn to flesh.
i will speak of things uncolourful. like sex.
i will bed the earthly thing and kind,
like love.
my drug habits are not for the infamous.
stop that.
i want spirituality.
now go.
firstly
the colours got me there
really, to godlihood and soul
now my real age is catching up
to the age of my mind.
and i feel old.
i am 19.
i have expanded.
it isn't clever but full of Know.
i have completed my personal training:
and now, i naturally
think
in
feeling.
joy!
oh
fucking
bloody joy.
hahahah!
fooling trip.
i am so excited
to continue this way of evolution
and to evolve!
but to what?
there have been successes
without direction.
there have been failures
by paved, clean-cut road.
there have been
all who fit inbetween.
i speak so obviously
to remind myself
that any road i desire or choose
is a road that will get me
to me.
what's surviving anyway?
