It (The ramblings)

[Zen]

Touch the sky. Feel it's presence. It's here. It's essence, seared its message in the tears of the peasants. It's pierce, it nears. Effervescent - appears as a series of questions. I adhere. I fear if the drastic passions I passed, I asked if havin drastic, seizures was average procedure of that which was above my mind. I love to dive from the clutch of time. I rubbed my eyes with a brush of lye with blushing pride. I nudged beside the gushing tide that punched a tribe of something by corruption of the loveless type. It's touch. It's enough. It's up, it's right. It's nothing nice. I fall. I skelter. I cough these letters all together because applause is better when it's dissolved and weathered. I call - it better - deliver. In this dream I'm with her. All things considered it seems, I figured, I need a sitter. I see a river deep in the midst of feet littered with bitter leaves. I'm with her. I kiss her. I get her on her knees. I picture her figure. It's known to me. A moment of peace blows beneath the lonely defeat at least it's supposed to be. I hold my keys. It's only me. I know, you see? I closed my dream from emotional things and soaked my brain with loath. The pain, it's choke, it came. The noose is loose and strangled the hope so I flew at noon away from home and prayed for smoke. My gaze is old. The notes lay in the laymen's home way down the road. I'd stay, but folks I'm late. Adios.