I take a hot long shower
At this odd hour
The sun is long set
As i get soaking wet
The water washes away the dirt
And with it all the hurt
My muscles relax and my brain sighs
In here i sever all ties
The constant sound of water against tiles
So many long miles

So....the empty long distance
           of time,
           regains rhythm
           and aim
           when our spirit and soul paint....so,...

we are flowing, growing. like flowers
twiddling away the syrupy hours
feverantly running, we
have nothing but our breath
free from gravity;
we are tripping, skipping. through parking lots
weary of these individual thoughts
syrup flowing over pages
times is nothing, we are ageless
conscious-less, in bliss. like serenity
but full with unearthly energy
we are chances, advances. like wild fire
running through night without tire
we are harmony, calm sea. potential
unworried by what's consequential
we are youth, love. surreality