hey baye bes(call it amazing)

I don’t wonder about why I do anything anymore. A few minutes of quality after care promotes the most delicately brutal of storms.. we brought home a fox.. we confessed .. and you used my giant chair to flood..

Today I know no lie..

You must never stop meeting me this way. You must never cease biting your wrist. I am not the trap and your legs weak and shaking I am no trap..

Have you ever been so free?

It is with great discernment that I watch you.. I like the sight of the disappearance, reappearance… so dark against your open sky.. a storm cloud moving beside you… you walking that fox .. walking it by my surrender.. no mames.. zero …

So I accept it .. no matter what… all of it… no matter what.. walking inside the outside of your landscape … you whispered it’s name “free land”.

The diamonds are brown and when cut with the hunters flint they are more brilliant — — — — Moses in the Wild

art credit : Matador, photo by Peter Müller.