i crave, thus i must carve!
if i don’t set aside – the whispers in my head will indeed hide!
as when the crevices make known : all of the crumbs and my biting action that has been dethroned.
with every slice of bread that’s been toasted or some garden variety roasted.
I’ve been supplied with an additional piece, of mathematical division out on a prime lease.
i must iron out the crease!
how can we serve a feast? if we don’t start planting and even more so tending tenderly to the landscape.
capturing the shipshape.
kneeling before sunlight.
cyclical mystical, all throughout the night!
you don’t wanna be the one who gets any and every thing they want.
you know why? because if you don’t know when to apply the brakes – everyone’s life is surely at stake!
what they say about moderation?
ha!
citation!
incited: by the referenced plea!
with a sting of a recurring bumble bee!
i reckon the vision, is mere precision!
a crave is a carving – a carving is a crave – a serendipitous anomaly, which will lead you to the grave.
death and life at harmony : all at once, desire and fire through the flammable attire that shall never expire!