as a human being  shoved up the earth
there is value in being worthless

as i sit now i can see the beautiful life that i could've taken
at once the mystic seas of the mind could be calmed
hair is fleece
a rotten trigger
light hitting the iris at different angles
often leading to a notice of terror
a key-note of anger
the day when turtles lie on their backs
and give up

far up the mountain
the dowry is paid
from the grooms family to the wives'
as it should be
they dance

the magic is in the look
the feel, in the scenery
hearts far out of body and out of sync