Maybe it’s me, or perhaps it’s she Through the snow and interference Every night at the stoke of one Her ghostly image makes an appearance — She has a lonesome, disembodied tone Climbing down from my dream The sand still coating my blurry eyes At six she disappears back into the stream — She arrives … More Test Pattern Girl
My purpose seems undefined An independent spirit at best A rebelling loose threat at worst I won’t ever fall in with the rest Tell me why you get my time You show up with a devil’s grin And steal the breath from my lungs I cannot tell if I lose or win You can pitch … More Outlier: The Dotted Line
Unaffiliated is my number A singular grain of sand Restless despite the slumber A different road than planned The time onstage is done Disappearing in the crowd Memories are now a rerun The quiet voices are loud Time to regain my assent Healing is more than glue Learning from energy spent Appreciate the new view … More Healing
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