Labyrinthine

Out of the night i come go creep creep hear say moi now now what latitudes lay lie i've come without a country lay me down in thick grass yellow bells bending in yellow light Where is the destiny i'm yearning for you and moi I can't see it it is there the sea the sea here we go round the sadie tree the sadie tree make love to me now sweetest honey dew do do it now Release realize moi Chisel cuts above hanging time i know i know vodka bottle with a goose neck crush crash oh no! I've always wanted to be free explore things thoughts but drinking green the tea thetea ilikit pt a dialogue of senses hungry for breakfast at things i go wanna be starting something stuck in the middle yeah yeah miss you Michael Jackson Indiana boy. an orange doric column recalls recollects moi sensibility. Children parting dirt rows playing store collecting food boxes hand me down clothes stolen at night Im a red oisseau a bird flown flying above the tips tall trees im way way high floating in the mist afraid and free the costs to be of freedom to be alone I see the sky I am the sky a circumference of wide winding Mediterranean turquoise bleu violet lavender rose a sea turtle's skull sockets black hole ignots where eyes lived long before i come here to be. I am a sea swimming the waves surge and fall sans my knowledge but i know they swallow and vomit the fears of flying above. My eagle eyes see the water seas and know it this too shall end fini up up stairs of glory yellow fresh corn delicious hot muum I'm a oisseau a bird don't you know? I see the clouds they rain down blue still sky on the road to tarascon sunflower miles. I've always been felt like an odd cougar scream at night in the dark searching to say and be what a some kind of it thing. I have arrived now and im fierce strutting down. aint no afraid now I'm a peacock belle avec tattered feathers tail but dont see it i know it's all right as should be. I'm a oisseau avec caramel legs red fangs claws in Khazhstan on the banded arm of the white haired eagletierre lift off taking flight. I'm a oisseau flying high soaring above it all. I no longer see the trees. There are none here.

-- 19 may 2010