All in all is it just a matter of time ?
Speaking to me in the easy breathes of sighs
I fear no sirens in my house of light
Even shadows of light cast pictures of



Negative space, speaking for itself
         Oh to  
B.  b. b.       Be where you can
See inside windows , of pentacles
             Simple opportunity
To reverse the hanged man, in the shadows
             Of the corners of the ceiling


But how this sets in as normal
And my fingers flow immortal
I can venture inside the vines
And uncover the sleeping Buddha
As long as the blue hovers over
My Nirvana , above and beyond hope
Home,
             Speaking now,
                                        with a smile.