Two more just before the bird learns to score.
Foot black, breaking loose.
The Raven caws at the Goose.
As the moose begin's to notice it's loose
in chime with chicken littles muse
the fork ran away from the spoon this blue afternoon
and as the sun changes place with the Moon
just to see her point of view.
Take two this stew made from the que
and kill your doctor in the morning.
A scare tactic made tragic by the latter day magic coming through.
Pounding in...
The electronic sentence
Of sleep
Deep within my reach...
About time I noticed you,
the glue of my fantasy
freakishly tackling me the second I feel free
welcoming me to the family
even though I know whom I belong
and as I have found the simplicity of being me
is preparing me.
I stand up...
And preach the words
Learned by listening
To those that heard..
