silence creeps

 hi,

hey,

hello,

hey, hey, hey,

there are shadows,

and bye, byes,

there are cool brushes with air,

and then there are some tearful things,

stuff that drags the feelings so sticky,

the kind of muck that pulls all the

yellow from the light

away. At what point did your

favorite things get affected

by the wind.

you say, hey

i say, hello,

each and every human

tada's and da da's

and the the whole world

eats.

there's something behind you,

behind the bed, behind the

figure, of, the, future.

When the moment arrives that you feel good,

when you feel sure, when all the things you see

shimmer. You've been magic'ed. You are

illusion, an illusionary   to the nth degree.

The moment ensconced a revelation.

Who cares about anything else!

hey,

hi,

hello,

i:e what do we do?

We feel good,

We feel right,

We feel the cool brush of the right stuff,

We feel some music,

X O Rub that horseshoe, little more, some of that lucky

glim glimmer go. //