I access eye access.
Our cloud by the hour cloud.
Wisdom pulls wisdom out of obscure places.
They are running on empty.
A bud light.
The ear smells before the tongue can taste.
A powerful frame of reference.
Spiritual botox.
Low ways resists the High ways.
Foot and soot soldier.
The original Frosted Flakes.
Fierce tears.
A failed spark
Seems still dark
Felt as stark
The closet I park
Do I read Mark?
Do I sing or bark?
Is it open, the door of the arc?
Am I drowning in good standing?
I’m doing what your commanding.
My feet are landing
Understanding is expanding
Thought it was a plan
Instead it was a Man
I was about to run
Until I heard son.
Hoping tills coping skills.