#222 the mystery between no sleep and a lie
b'what kind of limit do you put\\non careless love careless dreams\\nthe spider gently bobbles down\\ninvisible silks a geometry all\\nher own nowhere else and nowhere\\nbetween\\n\\ni used to think life was a rope\\ntwisted together strands of uncles\\nand aunts mom and dad something\\nto hold on to or let go pull yourself\\nup or be pulled along hooked to some\\nmystery\\n\\nit was always\\nclimbing branches for bees\\nclimbing branches for bees\\nit was always\\nno sleep\\nno sleep\\n\\nuntil the anatomy of a thrush\\nlike mangled roots laid open by\\nsome thief of desire a sublime kiss\\nof iridescence revealing the illusion\\nof the rope and that my hold on it was\\na lie\\n\\nit was always\\nall forests and no trees\\nall forests and no trees\\nit was always\\nthe sea\\nthe sea\\n\\nbhagiti 11.28.07 perrysburg, oh'