one day you'll understand
we all knew time was right now
belo de pomo inautode yae veg my heart skies light bringing grooves
listen in fizzing number rides hills, and rickety sounding
like a buzzsaw, doing nothing
buzz of life, sound in right ear, over where the heart came large unerring atmosphere
where two willows audoforein, where love came
it was very mystical…
in a land called wanti, in oceans of love
jaunting forth in the water, i see everything is you
i guess way it was going to be
a thing already in doing
who sleeps crazy minds dream the nod meckle open eyes crowd
looking loud, seeing
its coming between the in dream now ways, passing wytipodates farms.. knowing, ancient caught in letting loose on okace places
coming and going, knowing and growing, mumbling, everyone is mumbling
i talk to the hums the humdingers, roof tiels… um
we talked about werning
shaking, rocking, staying still loose
door withers moments lying toasting in anthill potions un mad doting relax
the first time i saw self peaking through the window
eyes of course just in the river blue and green
running peaks the sky, lingering Eian, for woa
love is deeper than all of this, that makes the ground steady
and supple in the rain wet growing things seasons
over your brow, settling down to speak of these things from in the hills
and listening the daisies to be upon that cosmic roadway
where the wind blows lightly, flo… intimations of a rising
passing for moments in a heated day, where light is, and how
did we come upon this world, some strange nightmare brought to understanding
pouring time itself, ness, the pomo is in these evenings
i get out to these points to pass out, no one ever knew, so what ever even happened?
upto, love… is this life? always wondering and led on by the grin of vital knowing
lodged in a moment
too blue gradients HOLD winsi wowanoyo makesdomo roofske
so many mornings, fuzz, buzzing, whisps, love, light, infinity, possibility, magnitude
believe, forgetting, saying, sitting, rolling, hugging, finding, waiting
so those who know speak
and those who don't might find a song
passing in love, mind truth, the Pomo why?
each day, all the time, why? because I try
in the being, every dot, circular motion
old school explosions, old words for newden
pass it, woah, wild miracle, stunning never saw
these things and kept on humming