I walk.
My temple roots drag behind me.
Through wet Earth
They trail.
On them,
My thought song.
Major lifts and minor falls.
It follows along.

Singing to the golden Sun
And the blue moon rainbow
Bowing to the light behind it.
Never allowing it's night gift to hide it.

Spirit wind you blow
Ruffling my thought song's notes.
They rush in front of me

WHIRLING RACOUS LAUGHTER.
My temple roots are never-ending,
Now I chase after.

Overall, existence calls for
Intrusive music laughter.

In truth see,
WE ARE LIVE SYMPHONIC SILENCE
ALWAYS MORE AND EVER AFTER.

To die is no disaster.