HED SHOPPE
Between Death
Further Gone
Brittle Written
As well forgot
View in taint
More and More
Articles of pace
Stays here awhile
Grows what to believe
Roving thought
Distance to a smile
If ever then
Everything in between
Becomes as far as
Really
Becomes as far as
Becomes
As Far As
——
With A Sad Smile
“Packing Up Pens”
——
Found the soul of the word
Found the mind beyond
As was lost
Recalls lifted grave
Recalls twisted belief
Now and, Will become
Serves while count does
Where it brings
Changing
As it became
Touch top after deep end
As is has, Variable
Starts and ends
Out of place
Packing up pens
The isle of the broken
Anymore;
Shiftless eyes and
Where the focus
Changing
When for strayed and recall
Cognitive
At points
All out shuffling
Thousand answers and how
To were they lead
Become
Battle Angel, Psylocked
Radio
When the way it seems
So it has
Will and do
Have to do
As it’s with a sad smile
Packing up pens
How it seems
No idea
Loss and gaining
Though as it traveled further
My thought changed
In process-Process
Yet still the same point
Yet, Still the same point
Faster on the surface
Now further, Scientific
Mythic, Religious
All makes sense
As if unrealized
Past now future
And as will become
These things
Finally
Still,
Known not clear thought
….Yet
Here for the night
Or if it works out
At least
While and so
Mind, Body, Soul
Thought feeling… And is?
Release
Reveal
Is There…
Turning back?