<When he’s as Crazy Complex as Dante’s Purgatory
I am in the forest lost surrounded by intent and a type of truth resting by the stream.
My heart breathes in and out capturing the soul of him.
My body is tired from the magic of that eye contact
Looking up at the branches he’s there waiting and hiding.
His thoughts are in despair from the game of life
Relinquish the control let go
Let me fall into the portal of