jam time

       insert layer
visual interest
color
saturation
finely etched faces
filed with care
under ground          i woke
with dirt in my feel pits

behold, reticent timbre
taming and trying
to keep from getting so dang
crushed this month

look you probably
have nothing to fear
or you have pressing air drama
to tend to, you are
needed
in another galaxy
and chosen

i'll be walking
and the pigeons at dusk
billow in wild circuits
against pretty little lincoln's
red purple sky

all is and will be for ever
a knot or a
tutorial endlessly
redrafting

sometimes i go weeks without seeking out music to listen to because it makes me feel too much. 
right now i am feeling strong though i think. 

let's have a january jam