Sooner or later - the Vulture hears it's call
An accident and a wave
Sooner or later - the Vulture hears it's callStanding in the silence I sing for me -
Paper Weight What shape we create is ours-Put it down and watch it unravelWhat's left are the fold and wet paint.Drying as it begins to open up as a flower blooms. Then, if we are a part of everything and everything is one-We too are God, and design, and fate , and free will.
HappinessRose blood kiss as the bud falls short.Grasp in the hands as ash sifts through.Reaching up , you reach up for nourishment.One day you'll know that you're reaching too far from yourselffor what you already have. Some kind of magic mind releases it's self in your mind.Makes you harden,makes you hard.You bloom.
An accident and a waveOcean breeze passes when body leavesthe spirit of the source.
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