28.

I don’t write poetry anymore
These are seamless projections of spectrums, of ideals, emotions, worlds yet to be, worlds to come, worlds that were, visions from dreams, snippets of reality
That are uncontainable without a period
A constant run on universal dialogue/monologue

I do not call myself a jazz musician
I call myself a unrestrained projectionists
Preserving what was
And at the same time leaping beyond it