the taste that touched this mouth. and sketched it out. fills me up to fill me out. of what I want to be, what I want to see, want to be.
put me on the path that lives and stretch it out. lift up in a sense, accent your best. across the clear open fields. along the highway. nobody seems to see any dreams anymore. any dreams?.
where do they think the spirits went?.
down to the spirits. bound up in a hole among the leaves. shower down, please. peaking out above the valleys. in the roots that bear the fruit.
the fruit that tastes this mouth. peaking out above the valleys. along the city's broken streets. where zombies roam. this sight wants to forget.
we're built around this nonsense. out of view locked up under the hole, under the hole. we have a second hand from this waste land. dig out trust under the streams flow. dig out spirits, trust the stream.
peaking out above the valleys. under the roots that bear the fruit. fruit that tastes this mouth. peaking out above the valleys.
