Running Ricochet

My ideas beam,

crawl my spleen,

sinful machine;

turn you’re seen.

As a ricochet I’ve

tried just survive

in this life so alive

I take into a dive.

The rainbow up

far into the above

I’ve conived dove

of love its touch.

Assuage the grief

on a face so mean

that’s made clean

our drama scene.

Call me my love

let us think rough

is this gentle hug

Christ’s kiss touch.

Hear it the sound,

of birds hit ground;

found not a doubt

in copious amount.

Falling above call

me love one and all,

I dream and I fall;

but I fly not crawl.

I thought you guys might like a little something I’ve discovered to mellow to. Enjoy your evening.

– Jared


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