Aye!
Aye, you! You there! Yes, you!
Looking up, back down to grass and the moon
doing it's best to arrive
without making a stink.
I see you, boy. I see you.
Inhaling all sorts of goodness,
the summer dream and
everything tastes like greenery, yeh? Yup, it do.
This is road.
To scorched earth, we have to go
to ends and ends and quests.
Miniature quests and full length ones too.
The get.
This is road toward
when I look at the space
between the stars I can see them
ones between, irises dilated,
harmony.
Toward a plane,
ecliptic, reminded of sword and how analog
are you?
Bent. I'll go to hell with you, but
our passports better match.
