all the days bled together on the long journey to healing
...' i love myself' is the destination.
traversing many lifetimes and counting the regrets as useless - dust in the wind.
...immaculate heart is the centre.
worship & wield no allowances for lack-
its existence is illusory anyway.
all the dreams rich and profound with truth, wrapped up in intricate symblosm-
enrobed with unsolved pieces of a solved puzzle-
displa(y)(c)ing themselves in riddle & colour-
in time with the patterns of my life.
in this moment, im aware i've worn a groove in the vinyl soundtrack of my evolution-
a new groove, adding skips in verse & chorus without bridge.
but the song is still sweet & unpredictable
like jazz-
resonant & ripe with intrigue.