When is on(e) one’s sole design
when others leave the field
what entices them to leave
when sunshine stands to yield
Could it be less than life itself
could it be more than sure
what comes of thee when running blind
what lends one to want more
Bring the budding (flow)er seen
to bloom in absence grown
to blossom without company
to wallow when one’s flown
Why lost souls dis(pleasure) see
why oneself sees calm
if were to be ‘round other way
one’s head rests on an arm
One cannot speak in truths that bear
one should not oppose untruth
deceit lends itself to (know)ledge lost
like cunning lends to youth
May there be one plus one (or more)
it matters not to me
in person or by other means
my own pacific sea.
sensualism 