Désolé.

[byronius]

superstitious tree-bound swayer long asleep

deep in the cotton the high cotton

he's dreaming me.

all the water connects us below this light and rock

sweet life in the dark the fertile dark

talking about us.

massive wave beams in the unnutterable sanctioned mind of god space

pulse down through the iron the earth's iron

the constant voice.

luna through leaves a six cloud sweep between eyes and the swelling beauty

rushes through the wood the thrilling wood

breeze scent music romance and dance

i love.