The physical is getting spiritual
perceptions increasingly make no sense---
and then attacks of paranoia.
Luckily they pass
and I want to hug someone.
Yes slurred words want to go surfing on a big ocean
across universes
across the bows of heaven navigating to nowhere
Then maybe a word I can enunciate
a word worth an un-trapped moment.
God is alright when in your pocket
Love is a light that shines up your face
Ask anyone who meets you on the street.
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