Lines and Circles

Love.
this feeling and the spirals are,
surrounding,
this time.
this thing.
that fucks.
and fucks holes.
and holes.
and i've got this hole.
i drew.
i drew it inside my belly.
each night i rest my head.
and the hole has been filled.
for that day.
and i wake up.
empty.
time.
to fill.
again.
with this new day.
and i wonder why.
i keep drawing this circle
within my flesh
and nerves,
so beyond such tissue,
of stretching contractions,
push & pull,
run run run,
and i really am not feeling this
race.
where are the smiles
where is the purity
what happened.
masses of proportioned
mind.
and where is the rest?
sha-sha-sha,
i am dreaming up,
something beautiful,
for myself,
all one,
for,
now.

My circle will never be satisfied,
and this i know and rest in
the sky
of the infinite,
i believe and i be.
all
i
ever
wanted
to do

was

be.

I am aware, that this is indeed,
the most A-mazE-ing, mystery,
and a mystery is to be.
and i figure,
and figure,
but there is no
OUT.

my skin is only
penetrated.
the ink can only, re-main.
and i am looking for the feeling.

and i enjoy the feeling.
in my belly.
being filled.
i am not only a mind.
i don't want to be just a brain.

All i ever wanted,
was to hold your hand,
and look in your eyes,

and to ask you,
"how do you feel about this, YOU?"
-indeed, and what if i told you...
it . does. not. matter.

your matter
is matter.
and so you matter.
but no mind, never matter,
never matter, no mind.


and so whoever your Mind,
you Be,
and you entertain this thought and that thought,
with WHAT
feeling?

am i thinking?
am i feeeling?

am i FUCKING BEING?

, and i want to stare deeply into your
eyes,
tell you,
who ever, you THINK or have Created, you,
to, be.

Thank you.

You are beautiful.
and a PART of the most amazing creation we could ever
possibly
WONDER.

i love you.

and,
love.