my mind is now in a state of peripatetic..mold.
inferences to the most..grievous .. .....
a kinetic energy to find the gold
- That I can not avoid.........
..........Ineluctable..
..........unable to resist the changes in my soul.....
seemingly like a social disparity... .......
a paramount ..
abrasive injury...
the feelings of waif...
..........flopping in the wind of my internal dialog.. ....
..........of the soul. ..
like tinnitus of an urgent call...
needing help..
.assistance with the road that I have been in today ..
listening to you......
..........of all..
no need to find me... .......
allusions of me are gone...
hearing all of you in one voice...
...........in unison to hold ..
takes a vast amount of courage..
pleading for me to be there in the old.
your group is the twelve small birds.....
............the one voice.. the old
............because of what you have been told.
............the internal dialog of my soul.
like the many small quail that I see today running..
That is the way it feels
to have to take you there..
the need I have is the need .. of us all..
...........is that what makes us be the same...
...........be looking for gold..
together like the tiny birds that I see out in the sun..
...........sparklers on my soul
............out in the yards of a watery hole..
I will never hurt you..
in periodic intervals,,,,a cyclic way of thinking.... - I will whole the Idea as if you were in there too.
to tomorrow and beyond...
I will still be looking for the change..
...........the ineluctable an irrefutable even strange......
...........there is a need to change..
things are not the same as when I got here.
then I had the means to be near..
...........now it hurts...
.......... it hurts to know what I have to do...
and to do the changes own my own...
that's what is near...
it is very near.......
a very persist tic...mode..........alone........
