Write this down
Spin this tone
Reach unfound and
Hairs twisted in sweat
Frenzied in lead
Death drips from and angry horse again Leroy Brown
Forlorn a while Stan wanders into town,
A master challenger in the game of here and now.
Angry at the soil creates death to eat
Design in resign cycles that retreat,
Cross-culture referenced penned as a hieroglyph
Scratched in the cellular wall.
All are blessed that feel that
All are blessed let us react.
History is a map drawn by grave diggers and treasure hunters.
Truth, light, connectedness forever blunted
Torn under the Sirius sky like a crystal blade counting
The stars swallowing jade, choking silhouette now peaking
Thoughts from where?? stop reaching???