fingerlick

That’s my sister on the right. She came over to cook for my mother. She is moving North in a few days. I spent a lot of time with her this summer while it’s been heavy and hot, in NE US. Here, we are out on the porch, smoking, talking about world philosophies. She’s finally got a business proposition she has been waiting for. She
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to the West

Undertow

Lost from feeling

Letting go

Hard track ill

Sleeping demons

Silence wants

No other hand

Once the wind blew,

It carried my dreams.

No cover,

No cross.

No insights about you,

Not lost.

Of all the phenomena and the distilled remainder,

I love for the truth as it carries me away from here.