Seed (day 2940)

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.

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