Diggin up glass
so sharp I'll pass
out of you comes
a flask that of which
I will open.
What's inside is
guide to the moon
and it's tides.
Pulled it in,
pushed it out,
gave and took
a few.
You know who
instead of me I
lend company to
companies of
employees.
I make friends with
those who ended me.
Not as if we care to
see the new one
showing but not
meaning what it
looked like to me
is that you lost
a part of what
is it made of?
It is something that
is harder to do now.
Now that I am
someone who
sees things
differently I
lack that part
of what made
me feel more
comfortable with
the release of
what I think.
I captured the
lag that set
back to where
it all began
inside what
it will be
and was.
Everything
is possible.
Literally
everything.
