A good day lies badly in the sunlight a good day is good and barely livid and bright, she sails the moons ans pastures the sun the abortion failing ten times int he heart of a tree like a root growing by the drain light to mother copper wires lip sycing in to the midnoght light of a dim bulb flickering
asphalt and dust do not create the warriors of trees and moon' but
they do to
time is endless wondering your body is a canvas, a blister a song a catalyst a
dream for everything that is willing and good and free
unwilling is the mind,
But willing is the soul that patters ants and trickles rivers and grows snakes on vessels and bounds.
unwiling is not your heart
food it making fun of it
like is making like breath to be aware and smiling deeply smling like the grace of to joints missle and stretching to infiniate and none
other then the word
of white flowers on yellow
dust misses
the cracks and dust
this positive light upon the bow.
