You Are Groovy Again

I sense the symphony of comedy through the tv last night. People so demonic with stupidity right in front of yee. It is okay to be frustrated with the change of my writing without freedom of vicinity. I guess I needed to back away to see the beauty of your revelry again. We see HIM much more positivity. Knowing that the layers exist and I wind you in the leather reigns making YOU a golden tapestry for all to see. In bondage others see the beauty of you being free. Whip me positively, with self possession, and I will sing the echoes of the sirens beneath. We display the mirror, one on the other. Maybe you see me running through, in imagery, and become ENLIGHTENED for this one and only scene.