I propose we elevate our poetical subjectivity to a faucet of objective reality. So as we may live in harmony With ourselves. A simple brushstroke if you agree Repeat after me There’s no place like home Now Count back from three Two One... Make it so Let your creations roll!
Up in the air Up on the roof Up and at em "Going up?" 7 Up Up at the crack Of dawn Up per hand One Up Some words have a Way of repeating Themselves We have a way Of repeating .ourselves Question is Are you Up to it