Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Andy Brown


4. Rain

The forests of tropical clouds fall –warm drops of praise.
The worm bows to the bird,
caught in a hard storm of proof.

Cats and dogs check if water is
going to dance off the day –

it washes off her coat,
down her cheeks:

‘Why does it always
shadow or shine on me?
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