damn my eyes

I feel I must scream this out

The lodge is missing

The campfire is far in the horizon

It is missed,the heat torn drums

so  falling to the giants raspy breath

 

Interlude.... a wrecked Tuesday

 

Bring your body near

Near to the blue solar

The distant star dust

Look up ,bow down

Lost in a din of tones,so many tossed stones

I dream of home,the glass it is

Who is I

Who is you

Come dream near the distant blue

Our blanket

Flesh and raindrops

I will leave it all behind

To chase the gypsies  over the cosmos

Dirty feeling

Wading pools become diving holes

 

 

The abyss is contradiction

We have very little chance of missing

4 degrees on padded knees

 

 

Damn my eyes...........................................