I still have to laugh . . . stepped outside myself and uncursed my sadness. Spread this joy to someone else still wiping salt from cheeks, still diseased.
A mere reflex and the game ensues, sweat these bullets just to please you . . . contemplate and hold realization at bay . . . dragging feet seems customary.
Put your heart to't, commit all you have . . . it's th only way I know. Still waiting for a kindred spirit willing to take all the lumps one can give and still grin, beconing for more.
I can protect you but only in the capacity that you heal . . . I'm no wrecking ball . . .
So, let us put away pessimism and old world politics, looking to the new day with blank mind and clear vision. Resting the racing intellect on the smile I'm responsible for . . . held like souvenir, closer to the heart than skin.