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You move you to a new place You blend in with the background The backdrop fools you into the setting Absorbing you like a sponge Daring you to be anachronistic To prove you're not really there. You know. Moments of magic That sneak through scenery, bewitched By the desire to turn on the lights and expose the fraud You pretend beautifully recreating the same characters with different costumes each change of place. Meeting the same friends with different costumes With recurring nightmarish dialogues. You blend into the background You believe, you know, You breathe into form You move on never cognitively knowing or remembering quite How to stand so far out from you You could watch, Enjoy the show, Laugh at the Play of colors Behind your skin. - KJ

In between desert lights, numbers seek to settle, imaginary, and yet so seriously real to many They dance around like wayward bees unsure of where to pollinate or maybe just extinctualize themselves to change metamorphasize become the deteriorate eco structure/ego structures. that blooms into lollipops round, tasty minus and plus sizes the colors wrapped around and console the weak to change the ones stuck in yesterday are still counting while I know bee balloons expand with oxygen fly sprinkling transformation way beyond a world of numbers. - KJ

Being, Ask, Receive. Sip the Greens, Step onto infinite stages, Lean against slow moving molecules, Space vibrates Whispers in my ear Are you ready? Be with you, Be the many you's, The spherical shifting you's Nothing to hold onto GRASP, GASP, Lapse into The possibility of wonder. Breathe, release the squirt of juicy bliss Into your blood The naked numbers Dance around the stars Fear drizzles like misty salt and scatters into excitement. - KJ

I am the challenge of myself. I look through these eyes with their point of view limiting my way out of the maze. amazing... i crow across the leafless mountains flying into the blinding light of my own sun. the branches reach out and scratch my tenderness, the hard cold ground brings me to a screeching holt, i tumble, i bleed, i fumble with my words, i scream out in pain, of which i won't let go of until i'm sure the light is real to begin with. i am the culprit and the saviour of the one who peers through my eyes, i can fly or i can continue to fall and get up and dust myself off again as the only alternative to the true flight of me. - KJ