if you could

cut a miracle

open...all your

lives would stand

on their Head.

made upright to the figure

that adjusts the fullest

rush of blood to that Head.

as your truest love

says: hey there, i've

been looking for you...

how on earth are you?

answer: just fine baby,

come closer.

happening frequently asks

itself, how?

which is on terms with the

ripest time.

come closer, come closer.

see...i've said it three times.

which must count for

something.

is this math all in my Head?

(stupid smile).

look out for the fact you're

breathing my breath.

please take it, as away.

a bevy of purple beds knock

at your gush.

next level's found you...hi.

let's gab our gift in all the

right places.

po-ems~