these roots run deep

sewed sun is what we leak...

and when it secretes... we speak

how everything is made of light...

floating in the air . . .

with out a care . . . one day well all share

but for now we only have the option to manifest a reflection of that beauty. . .

. . . divine wine flows

. . . vines of time grow

. . . with out the need to loath

. . . so we unwind that dome

. . . always searching well

glazed kid












Balloon Wizards









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