broken information

beneath he layers of last month’s
returning confusion is an
origion of those questions answered like a
king masquarading as just another farmer
entirely new experiences in every common task
nothing can compare to
inspiration that comes with laying on your back in an open field
nobody around for miles
fresh air flowing all around like open water
only here can you see this many stars and
right next to you feeling so close is the
moon and every sound is loudly modified
and no sour mood or bitter poeple get out here
time becomes a slow cloud moving
in my hand is your hand being kept warm
once that happened nothing else matters
now i know what future to aim for

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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