| wandering the hollow slap of drums against my head and looking up, into the sun, i dont believe this warmth would strike me blind. its like joy its like reveille its like being born again thankful for the mossbed in my path i didn't know my God could be so kind ...and so, i lay. half basking or dreaming or something like prayer afterimage psychadelica caresses my minds eye i will stay like this forever if i cant reach the sun. |
| if i cant reach the sun. |