Oh well it's nothing
passing the time inspired
brass candle burning in the warehouse of ruin
night of many stains protected from the rain
This reflection of rounded space
like split circles and the ball dome of heavens bliss
or feathers and many intelligent leaves of math
casting shadows from the invisible phosphorescent sun
To the living chaos in black and green primordium
tooth, feather , skin and claw
twin of my twin
father of my father
mother of it all
You are the bound and framed
a burning ball of fire sun
scattered like dewdrops on the ceiling
of my tent
the coyote, the camera
outer space
And green old stinking river
perhaps I love you more than all the rest
heat, light and cotton ball fluff
birds all over the place
I shall never see you again
outside of memory
Born aloft on her golden wings
with fire from the slanting sun
omens of death and the burning eagle
last promise of a chance
to escape into a new world
A call which we will fail to heed
all heads in the screen
A call which we will fail to heed
all heads in the screen
Fountain of the one waterfall of the sun
this rainbow light
your drops of water fly upward from
elemental wetness
like diaphanous bats, cave released and fluttering insanely
driven by the hunger
a thin line of decadent lawlessness
obeying original chaos
to feed on the stars
to travel in black leather
to drive through the dark desert air
This is what we are
This is what we are
This is what we have always been
