St. Clair Stop

I had patients

But that virtue overflowed

And I could have drifted in its sea for eternity

With no desire to extinguish this burning presence

beating breath into my flying cruiser  

too much of anything can result

in distasteful misery

A singe to the senses

A warranted kiss with hell

the hate prevalence...

But even that thrill has its perks

Whether you live and die

Isn't the trick of this little exchange we call life,

a know of the difference between insane

and deranged monotony a drive down

a same- tame lane somehow

and ends

with repent

dependence

dances as abstractly

as you arbitrate

You're still here somehow

as a rearrangement of perspective constant

An often amusing spectacle of mutation

for the muse and and any who would

peruse through its mirrored walls

Where the gaze is in between

know and beyond simultaneity

and retrieve through reflections

Erected from ancient feelings,

Nu beings dreams teeming...

             -----Seaming------

        ---------Seeming---------

   ---More potent than reality---

-----was,---------and---------is-------

Reality is in memory

And actually the

accuracy of the supposed

latest allegations, well the

Ledger’s built in passing,

Never--

grips my fleeting time in nuances

But these signs are refined by it,

the contemplation spurred

by me then

and now

knowing for cumulative reasons

life Is a strife a battle

of discovery

worth uncovering

Similar to a rusty rifle,

Keep it modest and hope for aim to find

for you practical hope and hope it doesn't backfire

Interpretation made

away and maybe wrong

if you never sang along

Would you know more or less

Of all of our ambiguous’ songs