Welcome to an ancient seed
Lost into a diagram
Sold into a paradigm
That missed one houndred marks.
So then the ancient seed becomes
Lost into translation,
A whisper of diagnosis
Spread out onto sheets.
Then when all is lost,
When all notes are acquired
Seed will grow, continually,
No matter stretch of road.
Tag: diagnosis
Pure Intentions (day 729)
I’m a walking cause
A symptom without diagnosis
An affliction
An avoidable situation
I’ve got a heartbeat
Pure intentions
A rambling rose
With nobody to hold
I’ve got a tender touch
Late at night by campfire light
Life in burning eyes
With splinter clutches
I’m a justification
A resolution
Breaking the good/bad
Souring the miscomfort
I’ve got footsteps
Leading away from me
Large strides and
Slight pigeon toed prints
I’m a walking cause
A symptom without diagnosis
An affliction
An avoidable situation