Climb the washed waters of your youth and grow towards the clouds that are so sweet.
A snail of truth swarms through my rotting heart eating away at my ignorance.
I cry to the waves that wash me away and carry me through its depths.
The rock falls to the ground in a great clamor of the most wonderful sounds.
My frozen hand sings the sad tale of my dearest friends.
And my eye falls from my head and tumbles down the side of the mountain.
They are lost forever in truth and beauty of the vast universe.
A simple rose springs up from my thumb and says hello to the bright shining sun before it bursts into flame and eats away at my skin.
And I dream of a place far away to rest my head and to fall dead.
