Even

watching others
one's self is lost
at least my self

learned to give it
everyone can be this way
that is not true

easy lives and children houses
makes me jealous
even still

I grow old
my inside is the same
not sure where

eats a lot of creation
tells one to sleep
wish I were gone or free

would like to be more fortified

perhaps in the distance


-Lahmadaj

what is the what

warehouse shaking
includes the brain false
breaking the torrent
into mist of solid
elate the breath
the ground does shake its body
all times is the time
if you'll hear the music
it can taste
touch the tentacled rain

the lord sayeth rejoiceth

-Lahmadaj