Magic it flows
Chaos that shows

Shake it goes

make it
form it
called it

in the cold
in the Native
black of night

A Son journeys
down with a Magi
sleeping in snatches
stealing lunch breaks

Down a Mountain
with Hope's boulder
at His back

And a Rapper's Delight
endlessly looping
in His ear

"broken glass everywhere"

At the end, liked
I said at minute 9

It's a figa feast
A Zatoichi fantasy

"Ha haha"
"Whyyyy?"

Because this was all folly