we sat awakened, staring at eyes, the only lights in
the room. i was 15—going through clarity issues, familiar with energy. i met a
spirit-lawyer. the chain rule—the interior. running with a pair of promises.
those will have. those will win. plus, a group of anomalies. the ball to its
hoop—the tennis racket to its owner—the golf ball to its hole. rings inside.
diamonds counted. dice on the memories. the sky trial—nowhere to hide, hoping
spirits are endorsing us. surfing through rain, a serf in a past life, a
kingdom in the previous life. counting miracles. counting hassles. recounting
the frustrations. looking into it,
how moods affect the body, how anger kills the heart. a palm of tensions,
genetic material, a number of vitamins. too much stress. can’t carry it. head
streaming pillows. catching freedom chains—the lost phoenix—surrounded by
thought fragments.
