bornporn

smell the burning one
and listen to the light
hear out your elves
always just nodding along
chaos will guide us
we're meant for a thousand homes
sentient and starved
now i'm glad we're here
here in heat and rain
when we think we're too much tao
and not enough to drink
we once were found
and now we're found again
masks disappearing
in the stangest of songs
born as a blister unto wonder
born wrinkled
born to bend the planes
there was never a traitor
to magnetism in tandem
mysticism at random
we are born and then we die
between there is laughter
spilling over the edge
braying with delight
we are sweet old donkeys
a vision rolling down the mountain
we are hitching rides
gushing from the fountain
it's the strangest of songs
where strangers become friends
where hands are held
and the circle is without end

Love,
Rev. MoonPie