Today is the first day
to open the words
spilling like wet ink from a pen
a pen of intention
a pen of regret
filling a long, tall glass
there is no potential
no going away
no wrong way to turn.
So I lay here and burn
A silvery sea of sparkling promises rolled up in comfy covers
a pillow of intensity
and calming vibration
a head on some shoulders asleep
and i close
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