Go Fly a Kite

I don't pretend to know the answers

and cancers are right around the corner

But sometimes hope is all we have.

There's enough will in these bones now

to snap steel beams in half.

And the metal pillars have been

constricting to say the least.

Dipping tongue tip into a warm

cup of nectar.

The sweetness of a master plan

to follow,


Now I indulge

in a divine chug.

Cabinets open completely

with Love.


          limits undone...

We are not

space-saver believers anymore.

There's a fever of faith

sweeping us.

Needles of hope

sew up our insides

into a kite

and the sky is receiving us...

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