November 20, 2018
When it speaks it often doesn’t shut the entire fuck up. But I finally figured out the dark space we see as a canvas in the night, to the shining stars up in our sky’s sight.
Bright and early in the morning, I lied in bed as dust particles came in and out my site.
For the same Sun that I was born under, still shined bright into my room’s light.
This was not Earth’s blunder… so it made me wonder.
Exposing me to the dust particles, the fuck I’m suppose’ to do with those!?
But I gazed and wondered into the bliss for an answer. Yet the more I rushed it, my thought began to candor. This is the stuff we wipe off furniture surfaces, after it rests from the spaces in space, where it’s only seen through Sun beam.
However, this is all in thought, seeking the unthought. Who woulda’ thought, dust particles be the light. Emerging in sight through light.
GOD blessed the dust we wipe.
And it once came to me in rap music, ambient too can cue it.
Thoughts are the pieces I order. Constructing them to a whole skeleton, and create the body. Published and polished to read for everybody.
But one thing I avoid is confusion. So, I often leave it be. Since it’s a rule to sharpen, tool to mark them, out-ruling often. Thinking smarter, initials carvin’.