Open

Open is how I think.

Open is how I feel. 

Open is like water. 

Water forges toward

the long way of thought.

The way the water always 

moves is like the way I think

toward movement. 

Pace of water is pace racing, 

toward open easy talking people. 

Open is now always

awesome toward the pace of my good 

talking body that races 

through my veins.

The heaving body is like amazing

thinking laughter of life. 

Laughter is proud arrangement.

Inside much hurt.