Daddy- Your legs are long, crawling up the wall and then a fox stands up and whispers to the moon "I love you"
when was the last time you were certain? Earth's uneasy hitchin a ride on stacked tortoise. Her doppelganger waves through space; Small feet, of jalstrom's comet dust. safe distance is the intangible.
inside the head thru a spectrum of inner gates of self all tied, fluid as a rainbow 'round midnight and inside is god, happy as the suns' eye's shut. sphere's shadow of a butterfly
sunshine through the fall of a thousand leaves. listening to three rhythms in the cocophony on a log. O i could try to describe to you the stream that carried me away just beneath my feet. and O how i could try to explain the feelings that occured somewhere in my head. but O! it felt so amazing to be alive! ! triumphantly strumming on strings that flicked my pick into the crick just beneath my feet. yellow it was, marching away, to be picked up by some other musician, some other day. not that that stopped us. we ventured passed the sunshine to the graveyard of stones where the lake should have been. and with this wind we swarm the music into existance under the Himalayan tree where the griffons landed.
I'm going to get drunk and spit jazz all over my computer, expect to try to make sense of sensory data.
Introductions could last the entire lifetime of a fly. Here's to the american dime, and sudden shudders down the humans spine, minding his Zosros to uncurl then shine dimlit faces a poet enlightened and resonating lightly, collecting smoke, tangled up in his lotus nightly. who wrote from moons, and plastic spoons can be found in the corners on the carpet. the sunshine was tile and it took him a while to really rotate, and see, that all these branches coming back to me. my brainstorm. dusty clouds are likely shrouds of other eyes and maybe flies will gather. panic struck our waltz, Let's move along now to the vaults of Obo's and old Lego's that kids never found, I can not help it, I'm barely here on Earth so when I write I'm usually somewhere weightless and orange.
O banyan tan yan Yin yang of love, I melt melted's all accross my belly sky and I drew a mandala of triangles on your breast while you dreamt of pyramids
I've melted the melted over and over and a feast upon Heat stirs premordial motion and life is a song, You hear it! The word Universe is just an interlude; abridged.
Amazing, amazing and I know no other words! You blow my mind, then you piece it back together like some psychedelic jigsaw with your psychedelic jazz... And only afterwards do I wonder where all the colours came from. Where do you find the colours? Do they grow on trees? I'd love to see the field they came from, all bright and beautiful as they are.