I’ll be the unwritten books

I’ll be the unwritten books The unheard of symphonies

When there is nothing left to say When there are no more games to play When everyone else hits the hay Would you stay?

Line drawn in sand Not set in stone You understand? Don’t pick a bone

Leaf blower on a quiet Sunday Truth shower on a normal Monday

You’d squeeze the lime juice Lemonade, not life produced

Infrastructure Good posture

Parallel star lanes Intersecting planes Let’s go there Fly paper planes When sun is down No cloud rains When you’re there No one complains Birds are free No one’s in chains No one blows Out their brains Eating yogurt Eating grains Darkness gone The light reigns We all have Quiet gains No death No labor pains No man No shadow remains No bus And no trains Exist In the plains No hurt No blood stains No loud Hurricanes It flows through Out veins No sound No campaigns

Your pressure My diamond Your lava My volcano Your oyster My pearl Your fossils My fuel

Loud and ear-shattering as they were, how was I supposed to not hear the waves crashing from miles away?

Raging and unrelenting as they were, how was I supposed to ignore the flames crackling miles away?

Not offender but defender, I was in the line of thunder.

There’s a narrative that died before it even had a chance.

Impact the whole ocean with a stone Heavy and magnificent, now gone

If you’re going to be an open book, be a good one.

Milky way is up next after this lowly quest.

Not me the source of light Your morning is my night

The beasts sent my way trudged alongside me instead.

Look away while I take my sword out Friendly fire here causing burn out

محاولات عشوائية وتخبطات وجودية

Let me sleep Why assume? For us both There is room

Dark suns, may flowers bloom In tombs, not always doom

Drops of steam With no flume Blue flames With no fume

Some witch With no broom Peacock With no plume

Backstage favors are so rare Walk back in but please beware Handle this my child with care No one said that life was fair Hold on to your teddy bear Do not get lost in a fair Scrape knee, dress tear Hit your head, impair Wolves amok, teeth bare Do not stop and stare Empty valve or risk err Choose a circle or a square Books read, toys share One is single, two is a pair Sun glare, dog nasal flare

Tread the water gracefully Like ballerinas breaking free This was not an escape plan Near futile attempt re-entry

Go play somewhere else Here we keep the garden tools Dead compost that really smells Sometimes whisper, tiny ghouls Second places, yellow belts Other dreams and wishes too

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