TRANSPARENCY XXXII.

“altered dimensions aren’t so different”

Practicing until my last breath isn’t just a memory

A widow’s peak

Seeking and idolizing this model in longevity

When will I get to the top?

When love seems lost, and you decide to create new entities

The stolen parts that only I keep

So troublesome

If I gave you more, I know I would still get none

You run and you run, until your heart feels numb

You know I’m not done, so why show fear when the bells ring, and I’ve won…

Oh son…the world continues to give me space to abide by universal law

You see it in my sonnets, my vision, the organization of all of my flaws

Sometimes I enjoy the deposition of everything that comes at a cost

I’m breathing again

Maybe ten years from now, they still won’t believe what they saw