For Velvet Zoe Ramos

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.