sweet syrupy mirror grandioso!

for I am a source of fascination for many, how taxing it could be to try and name me, categorize me within the confines of an expression.

for I am a sour gumball…vortexes triggered by quarters. Machine disregard. You must’ve turned the knob 🐃

for now I wait,
on that handshake
falling through
A commit-tence
teetering off balance
All solar
What a challenge
maybe if one can invite
the moon in closer
just for a night
or maybe the water
for the rest of your daze
you’ve shaken this hand before
maybe the waterfall can
spike remembrance
of your held reverence
for all things that create you
your hands are your palace
and with the suggestion of
lacking balance
curiosity shifts to worry
what may I have encouraged.
Set in your stance
there’s absolutely no shot
no fit no chance
an offense won’t be received
and met with the flail once again
please! our stories always
always
seem to blend