everywhere to go they use the gnostic psychology the laws of false soveriegns who never knew themselves bring no small ruin to nature and our hearts, though numbed some are from years of offset start so there was is and will be this blessed anarchy, divinely fashioned which is the everlasting faith, benevolently obscured, matured by love's tangential seasons where wanti springs, where heaven cured, where falling wings are laughing winds, the heyoka comes now round the bend... protected us fae, set us right in love's sweet growing path with a truth that cannot last, change, by virtue of the pregnant clash, they pass they come only to pass, visions of the phoenix, fertile ash with aish, nutmeg dashed in spoon and silent moon, behind clouds, november but remembering june and tunes of mirth and memory may speak offering the bright to bleak there aine comes, round by the bend, round where the rivers come to end its changed the way theyve written sense marked in me deep, past, present chilling in vents, invents, indent, amish love where comes down from above and start again, oh unbored, everything'ed oh leave me on the dresser watching all the tuesdays i didn't know were tuesdays falling from your broken beautiful mirrors soft and loose like the waters of the rivers i come quietly to touch, or the willows the speaking parts which rush like tired heads to pillows or smiles to blushes, meaning to zeroes hearing to earlobes, me to the cereal, in the mornings, in the divine world the modern world, not knowing, half astray the laws, the idiots, the world is like paper those great sky students doodle their fantasies there scares and annoys most small folk but i don't really care... its all just like a veil, i try to tear, the deer, the bear the language of pine cone, the leaf knower's fare its been many long years since i heard the thing blared from any a mouth, i could tell that she cared I could tell she was from some place deep down, before this turned around town found the silent sound and bells set cycles on the mounds to bring us like cybele, looking around on the hills with pockets of peppers and pills full of weird cures made of words, verbs, dream cures burning pure, like rainbows bridges cross the ocean lets go now, fuck these potions, lets go now cross the ocean we are but rocks but you can't stop a soul in fabled flight and loves great heights are random as the transvestites who live on peace fights, hipster gardens leaking to some forest enchanted narnia, the hope between the words of slanted brows and can'ts and self defeated hows like grass of nau, those blessed nymphs, my blessed neice has saved me since, but they know none of this, they'll have none of this for it is the goodness of nonsense, and easy so easy to miss but i promise we'll kiss many times more in homes home yonatos, nomadic, freedom roams, the fucking phones the tao of our attractions the liberation of actions... satisfaction a small forgotten miracle there is good humbleness, mother nature every where cereal awareness cereal awareness how should we prepare this i guess the spirits are aligned the good dragons have returned, and different they are not though everything is churned, and things got kind of hot with kindness and with fern, our friends, with the reaches of deep love remember us as astronauts, the ripples in my mug the undual soul! unconditional love, the cosmic watering hole lets tell dragon stories again, the good ones, for our friends lets tell dragon stories again, like those trees curl on both sides of the road with shouts clap in the open skies like boundless rivers never end hugging all the worlds woeless at once and hey aint life funny? (especially at the alchemist sue's)
I am exhausted just looking at this thing. If you space it out and make it a little more aesthetically pleasing, I would be glad to read it.
