I know when it's coming. And it's not a bad thing. You wouldn't hold back. If you wanted to sing. You'd say "hey,. look over there". June salutes you.
Jane of the waking universe. Jane of the waking universe. . A wrinkled rose snapped back, and the flies on flowers. Spreading out to all sickness of humanity.
Recreate no perfect score. Imagine the table where Im waiting. When I go out there. Just say the word. The one you envision. The one I have heard. . The vines and the fiery baboons.
Enter now into a place. Where forests are dripping. But no one seals the sap in no bottle. . Let it rain rich and muddy to a war. And a cage of kind mockingbirds.