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try to see
not through a black
narrow pupil
but the white of, the, eye
as you attack

a view of pov, er, ty.
pov, er, ty
inside
e, terni, ty

we are all lookin'
for a home without money

a land where honey
runs long

may we bake,
bake, bake, bake it again
make it again

a new love,
let us eat again

never starvin'
rich or poor,
forget those words and lines
boundaries defined,
forget all of that

let's find that oven
and that air inside
that, can, rise our souls again

:::

so open. so full.

so fragrant. mmm.

a place where you rub your lips together.

you taste the Sensual of it all.

watch your feet sweetheart.

the right vine will make you fall.

infatuated, you are, by the Marilyn Monroes,

crested and bending over.

how bold are they?!

these flowers deflowered throughout every hour.

hide your eyes if you can't take it!

oh so vulnerable

and oh, so, venerable

this vice garden is.

:::

i will say this straight,

if no one else will.

are you ill?

say yes.

we all are.

what makes ill

is always of the mind.

yes genetics,

but that is next to nil.

your heart,

your soul;

they will always be untouched

by any Disease.

what holds Faith, Hope, and Love

cannot hold anything else.

got it?

:::

no, like this:

face them vertically.

kiss the palms together,

finger mirroring finger.

then, beginning with the pinky

slide them past each other---

through each other---

behind their mirror.

one-by-one,

until you have reached the thumb.

cross the thumbs.

done.

you are Home.