with all that I have
slough it - stand in the naked
hold my hand

saturday silent
reflections of all the rest
green tea steam

so then he walks in
to the room invisible
reflect back

does genius see this
beauty flow within the truth
yes yet no

I will not let you
take comfort in my words you
will listen

so new york
speaks the heart and beauty
of LA

inevitable
march to the golden sunset
she stops time