wierdly lollipopping

I figured as much. When the concert opened I fell forwards into it can you see? Love is a constant melody unfolding rolling pendulum. I feel weightless and kindred, forgotten like dreams swiftly departing. Covering my eyes, making gestures, I form two chambers in which I am placed; the deep night, and of course the lemon bright daylight. We would fold forever in this sequence like two colors, I lean against you expectantly, waiting for a quiet enough pause...feeling my way forwards. I know you already ! Think of it, pause. I feel better when the colors are colliding, liquid flows into another vacancy left behind by previous liquid. I am going to submerge myself in warm enough waters to remember the day I was held within a mother's womb. One day I am going to leave this place, I know. I hope there I find something comfortable enough to remind me of her warmth. Exactly what I need, perfectly encircling wordblossoms falling in spaces connected through obscurity. I weirdly stumble, and recover. Things fall in and out of place. Masks are lifted and replaced. A flying demon explains everything. Shoulders back, wings tucked away, I form a bond with only the unknown, anxious and alone. I become a nest and tell my song to the wind. We are children, know this, we are only children.

everything first

today is coming out of my head. I make little noises through my teeth. Birds continue singing me to sleep while I witness an everychanging planet of continuous rhythm. Become a little tiger that jumps up out of the pockets of drifting wind, wild and smiling. I opened a box into the past creaking, the wound and boundless layers of sound symphonic melodic percussive recursive curtains and found you. You are an eater of form, makes all thought seem meaningless. I feel around for something in the dark, fumbling weirdly in the warmth and quiet, and I startle even myself with wonderful errors. I make a tiny swallow and imagine fourteen minutes of useful and beautiful musical and linguistic lullabies.