Real stuff

now that i've scratched these feelings into the crud lining of a cave
i can lay back and purr because it's all so mutchy bettah nau
can call that fictionalize real life away, with a true depiction
whereas figments of the imagination seem to dry into tinder
real stuff stays and creates alternate relationships with each other
funny how these days i just wake and go, climb steps, and think
when i'm asleep which is when, now, whut, who-- it's all too
much anyways. For anyone who says "ama flying mindfully"
is fulla sand. all you can do as a blind man is step into air


by Reptily