Eight bars of 5/8 song
sweet talking going on
mystic delerium strong
humility
whistle and hum
crescendo chant
some mysterious star
moving among the trees
the dead bodies
sun has over shined
this one done
new bars
sweeter than before
eddies on and on
dancing in some
relativistic wilderness of numbers
mist looking on
back one summer one circle of a day
and one winter same as the night
forty and one-hundred-twenty-five
three-point-one-four-one-five-nine
into infinity...
Friday, November 12, 2010
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