Ganymede cont. (nothing. nothing at all.)
- wool polite
even if she go way.
to the holy land we go.
to the land of the settlers settler.
410: S h a n n o n
i’m gonna buy you that compass girl
but not so that you won’t get lost in the underbrush
but that you will never not be able to find me.
if not use thunder. thunder works too.
so im here on a reservation waiting for you
and i have a nice little plot of land for you to rest
your dear little soul a little
and lie with me Crazy cause i want to fight you
make up fight you
over and over and over again fight you
till the stars see our comedy and laugh or
sigh; turn over in their systems and
think of Her looking at me and even though
she has something of her own now
i will plant my crops on this plot so
you might come through the forest
up from the creek bed and with the sky under her
eye and a continent in her curves.
and i may pick her up a bit with an adventure awaiting her arrival already.
just calm all things Dear
and inside remember this compass.
or thunder. thunder works too.
never now do i play
never now do i know what this tremor is or ever will be.
all i know is a bit of area around my mind. and at
all times does Existence tear a bit my skull back to poke fun at the way
music starts and stops; and how the ground starts and stops;
the Universe again in a bit of lightning.
Momentum captured by seeing time again not as anything smoothe but
merely waking and drifting always and
still always do we tempt our mind to contemplate
which never once has ever truly been true
for a dark morning full storm is full sunlight
only a bit up and to the right.
but never now do i know anything.
so never listen
and always be silent
trust not in mania but the weather it drags with it
for always and forever do i play with this muk
and for always and forever should you play with this monk.
so sit with me awhile and have all my money dear.
cause never now do i play
and theres always never nothing to truly say.
catapult me into the night my dear sweet..
crystal campaign on crystal campaign
and April hayday.
All destroys yesterday. but some never see
that which the black fox ever wishes to decree
and always wants to construct again that romance;
that base upon the moon of Jupiter which houses
The most beautiful of paintings.
yet she paints with her eyes. her words
float upon the cold river surface and
i just fucking swoon okay.
107; hours later
always and always and always does my brain tease me
never tomorrow and in all ways today does progress
and it builds me up into effigy
with the divine already inside wet
with Rainwater that god pours inside
her heart and down her thighs until
mystically i can turn to her and say that all things
come to those who shower with soap and succulents;
Verse and Love.
and all things never come ever only when they do.
when all seems lost,
look towards the moon Ganymede.
there lies a few animals there who know the way to love and happiness.
know how to maintain it.
know how to first sleep and then wake up with it always.
so when they lie together now,
one will look towards another, and little circles of darkness will appear in both of their eyes
then, the little dots of nothing will consume everything
until their entire home vanishes into the moons primary lake
and there is simply, two bodies and zero eyes.
which makes only the water and nothing;
nothing at all.