CRACKES IN THE PAVEMENT; THE GOOD BOOK

LIABILITIES IN TRESPASS
THIS POST WAS CENSURED AGAIN MORE THAN LIKELY A PERSON WHO IS A PEDOPHILE, I WILL POST NAME WHEN CAUGHT-BART.
The morning sky is low at the cloud; I stood in front of a dumpster of many meaning and all warnings implied. One can only wonder of sleep without dreams of any real relevance, only consequences of full lives on the streets; those who knew nothing really of home life, many. Childhoods broken in poverty; left unresolved in memories.

A poverty hardly imagined by those who live above, in the clouds, with thresholds and doors and windows that can be closed at late of night, and sometimes, light of day.






CONGRESS ST. 303 A PARKING PLACE
In The Blind of White Light, hardly missed, seen of and for all directions in ' her ' light.
Seen from above, a star that never fell, and lightning bolts within the ' round ' of swans, as reminder of all promises given and implied implied,implied,implied,implied. Excalibur, in Ideal and Legend; a power heard in word, some of memory...Released ' inside ' as if in regulation and refinement in tone, a voice given to light, to the ' Round.'

Waterfowl and fish in endless streams of transparencies of concept, in current with communications of a need for a stronger shield. A shield needed for guardianship and guidance for all thoughts given life, of the elements of her breath, the star that never fell. The first recognition of concept given life, then memory and ' pattered ' as example, would be to ' step over,' the broken paths of discard.

To swim in light and shadow of all atmospheres, is to understand all the atmospheres and lights therein, and old separations in education as one, for one people, as all that will come to be; life on the discarded streets; as seen from the ' Heavenly Clouds Above, ' a young man reading ' The Good Book,' thrown from above and songs for tomorrows...a child imagines a picture.