Breathe.

A little forever is nothing
Munching my own little
Sorrows
My infinity knows no
Nothing-
Wealth is receptive
If you keep looking for
Tomorrowlands
You get hit get a new venture
Of polished newly molten
The city I wear
With my confident casino
My new era is nothing new
My own sorrows
Of newly built castles
I breathe thee.

Meeting.

A perfect weather
To remember the faultlines
The vivid picturesque
Melancholic
Whispers that hide among the trees
The holy chantings of long waited gazes
The turmoil of openings
The narrow road open wide
Bit my upper lipped sorrow
My zigzaged cashmere sweater
I wore for the longest time
Myself a bohemian wise myself again
Wrapped around my collarbone
Surpassed my fears the goodness of
Travelling around
My split seconded tornadoes my other toed
Lipsy sounds
I know a perfect weather
Creation's bemused journeying to the very South
My meeting with Goodness with God
Neutrality at the crowned head
My perfect weather
A known rendezvous a perfect meeting.