b.l.t.

shot right through with a bolt of blue the day greets you with resistance. lies rain. a life that i can't leave behind nights full of snakes, crooked words, the eyes that make you invisible. don't trust the water. waiting for that final moment the city is so abundant with light. you just humbly watch the skyline of dellusion. the tree is a lazy fish full of inaccessible wisdom. no sense in telling me the mirror is mean, selfish creature. just like the meadow that has seen you growing. don't think you're what you seem the day greets you with notion that yesterday is tomorrow. and the pyre waits for the torch. if i hurt someone else jism dies on your back. the snakes dream in the shadow of the other one. why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday the evening folds into solitude. your solitude.

::: every day my confusion grows :::