Light Grief
Grief will save yourself over and over, over again
You’ll find solace in the small things like clovers
Living pictures and laughing for other
I think my imagination is my most powerful tool
I divine what no words can explain
Physical motion, metaphysical emotion
Still, I should not believe in the falsehoods of my fantasies
Life’s toxic, very economic, diametric
We’re intruded by idealization