Episode 41 Dream Up a Century

I talk to people you know Your friend is a marvel. Says she has a collection of collar bones Hidden in her bedroom drawer right next to the promise that she gave to herself I say those things are simply Beautiful My friend tells me not to lead the flock astray But I would—never—they inspire clearly with their ever-circular reverie I could not; pigs bite and I don’t emerge in that kind of Pain. Because you are distinguished shift shape and conquer Like the monsters we hope to be A singular heartbeat, seek the structure inside Seek the structure inside I have heard that vibrant love gets you mangled, but under superb lighting Every one notices you’ve become iron. Strong in your red boots, strong in your Start. Agreed. Success is measured by unconquerable prose Dripping with horrible resin from the outer banks of the sun. The Swamp is a corridor and we must find its inception to know how to exit. Dream up a century. Hands in the fire. Walk into --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support