For what am I accustom?
To the customs of the times,
For what I am in solving?
All the bitter lies,

For what do you pretend,
To pretentiously understand,

Like the depths of water,
Or the silkest sands,

Drawing my way through the desert,
I slowly came along,

Like old rivers dried,
A bed of death alone,
I solemnly crawled,
To my rest of formless deep,

All of the reasons for me,
Slowly start to creep,
Ways away away, a way,
I am away I am,
Away I am way,
Although I do not,
I must simply follow Yahweh

Don't wish it again,

The black sail sings,

Like ocean's bringing darkness,

Or valley's bringing death,

I know the way the world turns,
With all of it's if's and but's,
I know all of the pain's
That are more than enough,
I know what I can do,
And I what I can become,
All I need is Love,
That's all more than enough

I've seen the colour of poetry
It's black and white and blue
I've seen the love for poetry
It's in you and you and you

When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
I am compelled to conclude
That man is the superior animal.

When I consider the curious habits of man
I confess, my friend, I am puzzled.

Possible,
Water,
Rain like mud sticking to your flabby boots,

Drift closer,
The beam of a candle,
Melts my fluorescent membrane,

Kappa,
Gamma Gamma,
Zeta, Theta,
Delta 2 Minor,
We have Control,

The opening is cut,
Like vintage dawns,

fiestivo, rex,
Domus,
Sum,

Forget any retrieval,
Seldom Come,
Seldom Reach you,

Layers of white clouds
Masks Sunday afternoon's sky
Bright blue barely seen