Questions floated like a perverted leave
mushing through the room looking for a place to land but
like a force of a raging bull
the wind came
knocking the plot down like a butcher man.
The truth wavered,
gingerly
caressing the walls of the tittle-tale.
No one knows the literal storyline,
a sudden downpour brought it down flat
before it could say,
Amen!
Life is a mushroom. A Touch. Wisdom. Life is sharing. Living. Life is leisure. Family. Life is abundance of generosity. Love. Healing. Essence. Life is everyday. Life is fruitless without everyday. It loses its charm, cadence, soul. Life is life. Life is a kid in a candy store. Joy. Life is endless bubbles. Fun.
Paddington Station, London
Intense feeling traveling down the road
dragging the body side to side
zigzagging to the end of the shop on hands and knees.
It stencil shadows on the ground
ushering pain and torture until it decapitates
one wallet and soul at a time
leaving a crime scene photo of generous nightmares
engrained into helping
not legislating the heart
out of place
ostracized by
the creepy-crawly that holds self.
©Angela Aguiar
ludlum drive 
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