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Connection through truthful storytelling
TRUTH IS LOVE PRODUCTIONS
Sharing connection through truthful storytelling.
Away my pieces go to you
Painting patchwork colours through
Toothpicks slay my fleshy truth
And leak away the old and new.
I want to hear the future call
Like the bell upon a wall
A clang that makes you up and run
With heels clapped nimbly by the sun.
And seek a stony place to crash
And then warm city bricks to scratch
Dusk-slumped in colours known to be
Pieces of eternity.
Now I know sly shadows egg
Softly round and past my leg
Scat and scurry across the roof
Taunting a once-lonely truth.
They dance the corner of your eye,
Braying quiet lullabies,
They smell like space and déjà vu
They taste like night, they look like you.
Home: About
Now is the time
Close your eyes
Hear it come
Now run
Child, run.
The smells of rain
And wind are
Inside you
The wind of nonchalance
Forgot
Is behind you
Billow out and fly
Run child run
Chase it like the wind
You’re
Bursting in the edge
Of brilliance
Eating from the hands
Of angel birds
Singing with the dance
Of infinite.
Now is the time
Feel it rise
Make it come
And run,
Child, run.
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