every laugh a dream

every laugh a dream of guilt before the stern face of centurions guarding the garden of lush and never whether you will and want to wish for the left and cleave the center from the half knowing what remains the dust in the hand and the evolution it takes from once to now it knows and how to find what finds itself the journey which requires no discovery blindly we march and find the way without the path lit to eyes that mean the clouds of our eyes are a dream better left untouched a top tipped too spill the contents that seed the spell of our endurance a wicked wish that creates a cruel smile a scent that reads a blush across you receipt and every moment a message that shares it secrets
only the over and over again i hear and it slowly sinks the sap that leaks and leads the way tumbled and through the grind a knot that finds its place in the spiral a gap filled an fit to its fault and not mine not me to send a favor for the green and will to move a ground that is nothing but trouble and found it finds its way to here and in to you i never seek but find and which i choose does not matter to the weight i wonder that it never did and i never knew which way wrought the path of a new beginning and ever since before i stopped it was a beginning again here and left before i got here and lest i seek the reason that brought me a season not wanted i will wish for winter once again a farewell to pleasantry of sun a seclusion that forces the mistake to be a wonder a hallway a meeting and the way that brings it pleasure short but surely this course is the manner by which we win the life we sought and the matter that rises to this occasions finds us here and no escape to find the room that never leaves a memory more permanent than its record less than the weight it sinks into the shifting sake of sadness savior of this and a god that is the prayer my lips press against again and when i said never i never meant it it was not for me it was not mine to state a claim a wish bleed to frequent a phoenix never burned and never begotten once too often a manner that seeks its own conclusion