Bubinga

Face the morning Well and coffee An arrival Never early Hard and held by heavy reading More return than facing feeling It's over It goes on time At one for once Revealing Up for seconds Gone to glow in better sight Any reason at all to imagine Any other version of all that's happened Form and illusion at once content to just abide In a room, in the smallest way The weather can turn its seeming In a measure too small to grade All light in the eye is meaning Everybody just wants to say Nobody just wants to hear it Everybody just wants to say No matter How many lonely open thoughts Madness, all the senses fought Heady in the heart I'm where I placed me Ceding quite enough That I've erased me