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Daybreak

Belly sleeping with serenity

while this thing called devotion

flirts with us.

In between sunset and sunrise

we are kissed

gently.

We are smothered

We are waiting

for the turnover

Coming over

softly

And

I am not pure

but the skies are cleansing,

calming,

precious,

bitter with grace,

forever

unlike loops

unlike again and again,

unlike devotion,

unlike revival,

more like forever.

Or more like never happening again.

MAS

At Times I Don’t Feel Like An Artist

I am not a poet

I tell myself

I am not an artist

Is what I’m saying while being mentally pressed by gravity

And

It’s all because

crowds don’t sway by my tongue

and images

and

scriptures

And

I have done nothing but live .

And

I am no savior.

MAS

The Purple I’ve Been Looking For

Crazy

out of it

running

without a place to go

searching

for this sweet sensation

it’s wild

I love it

crazy

in fantasy

and what if

crazy

for not splitting my lips

crazy

for staring

mumbling

stuttering

sweating

shaking

and fumbling

while I order

crazy

for ordering but never asking for your name

crazy

that I begged fir this

but can’t grab what’s given.

MAS

Starring

Do you understand departing ways

clearly

as clear

as

daylight

flipping inside-out

separately

MAS