child publishing: Tame the Wild

If I said, asked a million words and only one could be heard, I wonder if instead of worship it at the highest or just a mere moment, maybe next time we'll find the time. I'm not wasting particular vibrations in the atmosphere, not spending breathing thoughts of death, what is deserved, because all I heard from the diamond mines coming, was crying continuously child and they sparkle on refined finger where greed and desire to stay one. It is what it is. Take your piece and run before the questionsburn in the sun light poisoning where I do not react the feeling flat, sullen, how to, because I have this wheel for too long no longer about what is right or wrong was agitated. So I'm spinning in my soft linen dress feet covered with the dried mud of sadness stirs tears, they start in my fingers where my creativity stays, and I squeeze on the parchment to make sentences with the wet ink a cup of words for the masses to drink leftover remains of a child of God, a reminder thatis it possible to tame the wild. Copyright @ DBV Publishing