Today is a day that I wish my bed unmade. I can be a raisin in the sun, like everything has just begun. A song plays in the distance, and I sit in the wind. I try to just be clear, and others are drawing near. A president struggles to find his words, and hopefully will not be afraid. I spoke in a tongue just to the west of Latin. I continue to move in a way south of center. I try even when a fly sits on the wall tracing my mind with a royal binocular movement. I just write to ignite a soothing calm inside of me. Maybe one day, I will know that I am a gem. Today I am having difficulty with mood. My beautiful being of a cat cuddles to soothe me properly. He allows a great sleep to pour over me. I have just been so fatigued as he grows into his skin, actually. Finding the vices of other, I deal with the explosions that that entails. I stay calm even though my insides feel outside. An eagle in my mind tries to whisper to my spirit and flies me beyond the moon. How many of you hear me? I gently beat a small drum and find a lack of notoriety in all society. It is a big trick. I seek the largess of the universe and move to the swaying of a great tree. My task is herculean and my time is well shifted by a knot in my spine. Come with me, be the tree. I can love in a time of hatred, but it may be to a lesser degree. I feel the Athena inside of me and whistle to the owl on my shoulder. Just know that I do not feel triumphant, but maybe it is just a science under my skin coming to be. I will breathe and be the Venus in the southern sky. I will try to use my eagle eye and call Arabs to the table as if it were a fable.
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