And the fields of color bending down to smile
bowing through and through
when you –> passing by || the sun feels you
~~~~~ turning the screw
|| all of you ||
And the shadows of mind all the way near
the river of lost souls s c r e a m “OH YOU!”
We are the living souls of lost paradise .
Youthful larger !
\/\/\/ mature GIANTS \/\/\/
sO oh hell yeah : it’s way down humble’a
nimblest future dream when we begin to grow
so way down into night we feel how life says
“Stand up! Be counted!”
Whatever you need is all within that heart that beats:
Youthful larger mature giants
so beyond the grasp of mental midget minds
A SALUTE TO YOU!
:: 06-30-2015 ::