Is it a real open seed

or am I opening the seed chosen?

For this premonition on high

smokes my foreground as it sows my mind

Freshly pressed and christened clear

This venner is not plaster

Synthetic fears disappear

When I’m being honest

is when I’m being most sincere

I never got anywhere before I was real

A linear message remembers

for my soul is aware

 11.15.14