Jen Juice

Sometimes the plateau of you and me
And this afternoon
Of the me and you and the moon
Gazes of when you said you loved me
The unknowing plateau of those words
And you and I
And the love that overlaps
The way I see your moving highs
And tortured lows
I love the song and the moon
As it goes
You are my moon
And I’m so it goes
The way you find me
Is the way you blink
And the way the mountain
Snows…
The itty bitty foundation
Of our time is how you should know
And the religion of how we remiss
And don’t give a fuck glow
That’s us
And just know
When you don’t
We are nothing more
Than a myriad of moments
Of what we have
To sow
And we are
Planting
That seed
Of karmatic
Flow….

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