Psychedelic cooks laugh and measure . . .
we measure, glorious Doctor,
Fiery cunning dancers surf the question,
Life must see itself when gripped.
Glory exists out of character,
Diverts the field of memory.
See wood afloat to spare delight
Believing in rainbows, we're holding fast.
Hasten the day in peace, as models loom ahead.
The child paints a grand rhythm,
He halts for a fresh dead stop,
as an angel sounds of home.
Glorious Rainbow fears I'm pressing.
So laugh sister the period is up.
Like my programming,
Understand why I live, or think, or choose
I never surf to rhythms, just those of the sea.
Your passion in sleep
affects our infant marriage as fine art,
With a favorite movie,
silhouette the freedoms you understand.
Write to understand how talk blinds men,
Gives luscious soft color, always.
The new gestalt is hard, so choose a young form,
Creep about drunk,
Did she make art into form?
Her peace allows it.
We chant 'Come Pan'.
Our son seeks a master.
Kiss me later, always give me tea
To fulfill our wild Kate.
