Much slower,much slower- there is a problem...

I was in front of you and now I'm not.

Through the Earth like a mole send your body so it returns to me..

I am only the particles you see in the sky from the sides of your eyes.

The shape of that body still occupies my spaces, still stimulates my muscles almost like inside me in the space between my breasts it dances its mind.

This mind has to get into every picture of sunny reality we allow.

Permission not seeked, life not lived, red not painted- how can we claim to follow the hallowed route to the musical jungle?

Something feels right- alot of it is in the bones. A hard feeling? A liquid sense? A blue place is where they are.