Our Minds running in circles,
Thinking of what could be...
That's the trouble
with getting old...
The high and mighty soil
He walked on soil like he isn't of soil...
Mama rocks
daddy rolls...
Out there, brother- man
Is a mad wilderness...
Cloud, cloud
Full of love, cloud cloud...
I once sat in the dark in my parents' basement and...
of nebulae...
We look at people
with distrust...
Dreams of wind fall neatly upon pillows
as shadows whisper in tongues now hollow...
I sit here
Going over old memories and conversations...
The devil in sheep clothing
In its transmutation...
Why so sad?
Because she lost everything she had...