Ships capsize
on the way
to forever
tossing lovers
maybe one
found a lifeboat
the other
lost vision
visibility sight
or something
in this present crisis
Praying to Isis
Venus
beautifully sacred
angels in waiting
debating
what kind of father
would I have been
what kind of son
what kind of lover
if I had been
the only one
ideas
concepts
that cannot be measured
like an inch
no real standards
outside the lines
non linear
beginner buddha
she thinks
I think
I'm Jesus
slightest misunderstanding
she would be my pontius pilot
flying away
with our plans
dreams
she wanted me
to pick a team
be a player
.1 percent less
intellectual
efficient
effectual
more like ordinary
people
go back to churches
with steeples
priest, nuns and latin
learn about sacrifice
I was like
I already gave
ME to U
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