Is it all right
if I just am
for a moment?
(A humble request
by any measure.)
What is my life
if my time being
is left unspent?
Time with being
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Heaven
With a slide slip thrust
Into your pulsing being
I am touching
Heaven
Spit shine
Let me spit shine some words for a ramble
on this page words my words be
rhythms set free they walk stride skip
carrying you along for how long
we’ve yet to see remember
to breathe now breathe
necessary you
know
Embrace
That someone would hold me
at the end of each day
I pray this
boldly
Peter S. Kahrmann - Est. 1953 