Sunday, September 20, 2009


I try to my string
And feel good for doing so
Later at night
I give into sleep
Surrender complete
And anything goes

My greatest hour
Is getting lost in what I do
So I do and then I'm lost
In a world like those in dreams
Savoring the textures
That labs this art to be

There’s a mindful thing to ignorance
Glad I don’t know all
If I did it’d break my skull
And such weight can own its price
How it's good to feeling light

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