Holy Ones

Gazelle on page full of rage. I see and become the stone in the sea. Finding harmony is the rapture beneath the mountaintop. I play Telluride instead of Breckenridge. Gondollas are free. I feel a drama like a drum beat, thus I make complete the irony by email. Seeing the many ways people betray and say that it is okay makes me see new weapons in the demonry of white male again and again. I am right in front of you. Begin by wondering, and next ask a question. I will not cry for you. I instead, will move your things or smash a bottle in your hand. I cannot hold down a dojo like I have insdie of me much longer. Shaolin monks are my key to the mastery. Maybe a new border patrol agent is yee or a bell hop at the top. Find my TOE and know to let me go.