Before I bounce (Art and writing from the archives Part II)

I run UN organized proponents of wisdom; I favor a childish pretense before I master your affection.

I want to stand in a meadow think of silly happy words like dandy, swell, and gosh.

Making sense of emotional dialog turns into a dream, a convoluted entourage of crazy misshaped scenarios, a turnover, a sneaky dance I use to whisp unnoticed through the most complicated and dangerous places.

I am unscathed.

Although, not pushing for what I want, I still know what it is, I'll know you when I see you.