"She is the most beautiful being on the planet,"...
I wish I could tell someone
and let them know
—Her, I mean.
Life occurs when 'i''s are crossed (in focus),
and in some—
closing them, attempting to transcend
—with peripheral frames of passers by,..
that by which we act,..
stopping only to ask, Why?
to all those in my way.and Finding:
"Odds are you chose the wrong door to begin with"...
I don't know in what.
They call it,
""'Easily' nothing" to say,
in moments of me."