projects and projections from one mind one body one soul
painfully euphorically to the next in full-circle sunset
resting, waiting to be eaten up up and away into Oblivion
(give me an O, give me a B, give me an L, **** it, let’s get high)
not knowing – never knowing – couldn’t bear to know
within a cycle of parties and pills and pain
new philosophies would erupt from wrist and elbow
because we should have Let It Be
because we couldn’t have Let It Be
because because because because because of the wonderful things we’ve done
and the laws we’ve yet to break, the palms we’ve yet to trace
and the things we’ve yet to burn
but in exodus our torches lost their flame
so one by one we light our hands
****** burning flesh between the trees
and stumble toward the long-set sun
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
projects and projections from one mind one body one soul
painfully euphorically to the next in full-circle sunset
resting, waiting to be eaten up up and away into Oblivion
(give me an O, give me a B, give me an L, **** it, let’s get high)
not knowing – never knowing – couldn’t bear to know
within a cycle of parties and pills and pain
new philosophies would erupt from wrist and elbow
because we should have Let It Be
because we couldn’t have Let It Be
because because because because because of the wonderful things we’ve done
and the laws we’ve yet to break, the palms we’ve yet to trace
and the things we’ve yet to burn
but in exodus our torches lost their flame
so one by one we light our hands
****** burning flesh between the trees
and stumble toward the long-set sun