A big bang theory, or Adam and eve
Bewildered maybe? as what to believe...

My wounds grow deeper,
laying beneath this...

I look into a shattered mirror..
and see...

Of all the arrows
aimed and shot from cupids bow...

Traffic lights and traffic
drive me crazy all day...

Captive
confined imprisoned...

A fallacious vibe echoed an
austere melancholy...

here
we are...

I was a kid growing
Up in fifties Brooklyn...

you
and me...

I am an element of….
A Tribal descent upon a secluded glade...

should love show again, I’ll open deeper places
should love show again, I’ll open deeper places...