Write this down

Spin this tone

Reach unfound and

Malleable bone.

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???