Tie Me to a Post, I Say Nothing

A part of me is divorced from another piece. I live knowing the sidewalk, but not always the sky. There is this guy...is how the story begins. In the end, no one wins. I do not play, I never look away. Personal contact means knowledge of entity. People are real and false as they can be. I know towards and through the two and not to play peak a boo. The King Arthur of Caribou wants more of a destiny for me than to sit at the counter as a daisy. He has now pieced together who I was and what I was doing in Muncie, IN. Whole world crew all over me. I dealt with it with class and artistry. It is best to not speak of the imagery because it will drive HIM crazy. Ability must come from birth or you can lose it around me when your actions tend to confound me. Sexuality can be eclipsed by artistry and I would run, swim, bike, and jump as fast as I could. Maybe a man sick with the "high life" knows me now more than ever before. It is just what happened since birth. There is never a first and there will never be a last. The infinity paradox rests clean in my time of abstinence. I work, moving forward, but my past is a raven working itself through the woods. The MAGIC in his foot brings a footprint of a star. How bizarre. He is the ONLY true HIERARCHY. This Gwenivere does agree.