Eleven from Mustang's Crush by M.Salley

impossible to lust for a place not already incarnate on some level of existence,

embody the envisioned future today to align with desire now,

henceforth known as a miracle,
until desire has been authentically exhausted

Oh,
drain, drag, train, tag

You're it,
baby

I really know how it feels
to be

stressed out
stressed out

When you're face-to-face
with your adversity. . .


Eventually:
one gallon of paint

Eventually:
$20 at a discount store

Eventually:
five yards of fabric

Eventually:
rose gold light bulbs

Eventually:
Room Swap

Eventually:
wholesale flower market


Crystallize divine knowledge into wisdom pearls.
Crystallize divine knowledge into wisdom pearls.


Grant yourself permission to possess what you have long foreseen.

Your malleable Home-Sex-Gym morphs into each new realm of longed for experience.

Life?
Lithe?
Limber?
enough to reach
each new rung of ascension.

Tending imagination's embers,
while adapting an aesthetic stance,
is to never be more than a day's work away
from a fresh set and setting.


Stop fucking with your journey.
Stop fucking with your journey.
Stop fucking.
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• Spoken Word
• experimental
• feminist
• self-help
• spirituality
• Los Angeles