at a moment this day, i took a pause with a blank stare
sitting at my desk, the keys waited under my finger tips

as if words had value in a priceless world
whose heart bled green with an endless turn?

in the current of a fast cycle spin of the truth
there lies the the truth.

the truth comes by way of warm, soothing pitch black oil.

Happy Labor Day

this is a test of the black hole. do you know the way to the black hole? I mean, is there a way that goes straight to the source? i did once know the straight way but i lost it. then i found it. then i lost it once more. now, i am working on finding it in a different sort of easier way by asking those that know it now. but then again, if i do something about my now like i could when i did have it, then i will be there.

testing
testing
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