Always

I found a place that you can’t touch

I found a high where I don’t come down

Carved my name wit a pocket knife

Stroll my lane

Comb my mane when it’s dark at night

I and I’s in the cosmos

Most

Beautiful I’s that I ever did see

That remains when my mark erased

Like a moth to a flame for the market rate

Wade in the tide

Times, not, willing to wait

But I just don’t care

Good afternoon

After yous

I deal in the absolutes

Exact as a science

One synapse at a time’s how I spend my whole life

It’s a spirit thing

It’s in here

It keeps me from hearing things

There’s not any match

There aren’t any maps

So I go my own way

Always