i'll play with the letters tomorrow
when i have something to think about
more to give
less energy blockage in my root
let's get the blood flowing
overdue and underpaid
apples ripe and ready for the picking
let them rot
spin me around myself
i like the feeling of night
the concept of dreaming
indigo moving freely through spacetime
who are you when you are in my mind
a storyteller i am the puppeteer
off with their heads!!!
can we see the amazon from there
oh no we're too close maybe we should back up
move to timbuktu
when the time is right, you say
he likes real
i like a sufficient imagination
and more wisdom to make up for what i lack
such a child i am such a baby i am an embryo
zero experience
all talk no action
you know how it goes
listen to the rhythm of the flow
when there is breath there is real
i like the words to express
but no energy to care
at the moment
pure stream-of-consciousness
i said
tomorrow may be different