wrinkling the time the passes above our eyes wrinkling the truth which may be real for my youth wrinkling the sun open your mind and point your gun above our eyes above our skies stop wrinkling the past as it will never last long enough for you to remember the way we wrinkled and wrinkled … Continue reading Wrinkle


I do not think

I do not think i know you I thought I did not know you I think I do not know you from thoughts of not knowing you But maybe I know you maybe I do   Maria Goundry  


Constantly looking Constantly searching I am what I see  I am what I find  Constantly constant reality is what I found in the water below the future signs of weakness  I am the constant in my reality Nothing else is  looking to find  looking to see  Constantly me   Maria Goundry