persuasion of the fourth mind

I did something wrong tonight
I put on my sweater when it was too early
i looked at her face and she was startled by what i was carrying
a loaded bun, a taco shell
something that can change a life
i walked in for my fourth time and she sneezed and i left
do i die in a sneeze?
am i just a shower?
let me be and trick what you see
for i am not for what you see but what i be
i hope she forgives me in that frolic
a mother's cause
to fight for the right
for a child to type
come with me to the next level world
i need to understand it
for in order for me to be complete
i need to send my self to the purgatory of the moon
it shifts gently
as a gentile
im learning what was fought and won and what we still accept ourselves to be
im afraid to fail
afraid to lose and evermore afraid of the midnight seduction
trim your nails with your teeth, the flier cannot change
luggage in bags, we cannot complain
i see it now, the journey awaits
take the train and leave yourself at the gates
a poem once read may leave some confusion
but she eats her chips like some sort of transfusion
spill the milk, drip the cream
this coffee is tender
this coffees for me