space time.

Lost in the details of space and time; lost in my thoughts sometime. Lost; double crossed, feeling the sting of the cold bitter chill of dealing with what’s real; I feel, I touch my black skin, I am real. Peeled back into layers there is the slayer, the regulator; my savior.

Life is also like when a whispering willow folds over; I sit, it folds lower.  Wisdom is wise get to know her; things move fast; blurred. Things gained to fast won’t last; sir. Verbs from the nerd are what were heard in zone 6 one hundred and third.

From distant galaxies to the bricks; heaven sent. My skin and what’s within battles me; got it together, nothing rattles me. Some people are scandalous B. don’t sleep on me; counting ZZZZ. As the leaves from the Oak tree shades me.

Into the blackness we creep; peace. The blackness is creation; neat. Be who you are and you‘ll shine; unique. Stay focused and you’ll have your time; spoke those leaves in my sleep When then blackness did creep. Speak; say, state. I am instant greatness. The flesh itself is the spaceship.

Absent from; missing one piece of the puzzle like no stomach and taking a guzzle. Show them the space in time that is singular and I will sing a song to him and her; father time and mother earth; true birth. Jesus was tired he said “I thirst”.

Extraordinary; particular and sharp never boring; limitless being, soaring. Through dimensions and black holes, were does the wormhole go? Into the sun didn’t get burned once; there is no time in space, movement: instantaneous, eating Peru mints.

In space it’s black as Goth; lost. Lost in the details of space and time; lost in my thoughts sometime.

 

Blackhemmingway~2014©