I remember.

We were in the fields with cotton to bail. 

No Sale is written on my soul.

I had to change. High times, low moments you better recognize! 

Loud cries of our demise not a smile in the crowd. 

Sound minds there to advise mere fools totally blind. 

You mad? You scared? 

That's wierd. 

I Wake

So thankful 

I believe. 

My feet grace the floor. 

Bones creaky with yesterday's grind.

My mind refocused, redied by sleep. 

Up! Up! You!

Have you heard? 

Hear Now!

These words spoke clear.

Truth and Sugar in a bittersweet pill hard to swallow, I sense.

Let’s see if ya’ mind is automated by non-sensical information leading to danger levels of inflammation.

Cause the mind shots tend to linger, like that of the voice of a classically trained singer. 

Up! Up! You!

Do you see my fingers?

In privacy I bask in your rays this night.

For portals to open that advance my sight.

Replenish what you will, add to and remake.

I can be in that space but what form should I take?

Subsonic? Atomic? Electronic?

What form will you pick?

Now with a wave of a stick. Al-As-Rah!

Book binging

black mind

being brave

bettering my brains

mental capacity

wordy voracity

languishing and limitless.

PP