mirror

nowadays, hit me up for albums,
used to be hit me up i would stick out elbows
arm in arm darkest road darkies stroll,

where are we going, who knows?

two of those if we kissed, we was slaves
to a new thing, healing, revealing peeling, appealing
back the layers, back to back laid up, matter of fact stayed a.
float with more weight than, a bit more... wait nuh

the epilogue, lemony lovingly had it written

funny feeling where the ribs hit 

i mean it could be the one that i miss

mist, early mornings on the lakeside.

but it just is what it has been. and it might just be what it is
sands of thyme and i do know that everything has a season in,
so stay sunny for me; reason being:
love is constant even when it's not stamped.

Return to Sender,
Sincerely,
Me.

Track 11

i live in san francisco,
i live in san francisco.
i live in tokyo, seattle, los angeles, istanbul even,
because when the earth quakes, i become one with the fault.

solemn solace

and it may be that the divine is too pure for the mortal. 

asylum

the last time I existed on such low frequencies, only solace existed with me 

imagine

I imagine your soul, a dancing spirit. Pirouette, prance, glancing over a baseless lake, laden with lilies. The conscious stops the music, your hues still spin around and around amounting to the mounting mouthful of expression, especially when the lights are out. aurora, an aura of, an author of, arguably the most tranquility arthur has had. 

14

more sighs than smiles 

V