on a streak

Why don’t you dangle on the edge of insanity?  Give them answers to the plans that they had to be.  I understand if you are mad at me, but I am just so sad to see myself in this state of affairs.  Systems of dares and carefree attitudes as if every thing really is gonna be alright, and not to worry about a thing.  But the jury might be out on manners this devout, that the powers might put themselves in a sling.  Bring me your best, your worst, your sweatervest that was cursed at, the middle, the top, the bottom, and inside.    Bring me your perspective on the worldwide.  I am hiding behind words, trying to keep stride.  I’d rather be in central or south america on a relentless trail at high altitude.  Significant sources of input and filling me up are absent in my life but for the presence of a few brave individual soldiers who enter the dark territory of my mind and sally forth with confidence.  It pours then it relents.


Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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