Doubt leaks from his fingers
As the winter snow falls outside
Mine window
No substitute for sanitary genius
Awake in a moment where presence
Is the only struggle
To hold you is to hold the wind
A lost heart but never worried
Telling all, seeing all
Words that are only words
No petty emotions
Brothers and sisters of this world
Let me see you with your hair down
The rhythm and the song is all we have
Without it we are merely
The walking limp
The walking dead
A flower without petal
Deceased with no sign of past soul
Where one tells me there is magic I simply see life
For magic is that of the truth
Unsolvable, unmovable, attainable, but only for a moment
Luck for any man or women who can reach
The lapping shores of mismatched thought
A telling phrase from a hand not mine own
I press my thighs against themselves as the hot sweat
Drips from my dusty worn face
The voices inside of me do not keep quiet
And I am blessed for it
No sanity for the ones who wish to live forever
A break in the mind is a break in our time
Oh soul, how you curse and kiss me as I sleep with heavy eye
But wondrous curious ticklish man in so far titanic mind
Where the levee doth break is where I will rest
Where my inspiration floods not in servitude, but in gratitude
And though the muse is hasty and her spell sometimes meager
I tell thee to all the highest point on the mountain
Is only the first step in this life of fever
Here now, Montgomery's words bless the forum of fair minds
We are the spreading tide of words and rhythm
Together, the nakedness of the night doth not bring fear
But mystery made believable
And though feasibility at times wavers, there is no plan
That man can deem impossible
We are here
And here
We aim to stay