You call it an outlet, an art expression,
an extension of being, a process of becoming...
If we are mirrored in a
parallel universe...
Salty oceans grant lessons
to a soul with pure tears...
They place us
in such well crafted...
Water..
flows, freely from mountain springs...
Once upon a time there was a king
A handsome young king named David...
I admit, I change faces
And I do it all the time...
Dear terrorist
I use this name...
Pardon, for the loss of freedom
For the loss of the smell of the ocean...
under
the low...
I go in search of vitality
and innovation among...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ Rainbow dreaming...