Splitting Rain and Populated dreams
I Ride in the Night
For 6 hours straight
Finishing a journey of
235 days, Two Hundred And Thirty Five Days
The World is itself again
And I, an elevated baboon, at long last, is itself
Too
The Governing Dynamics
is
in every wind, every chirping bird, every thrusting
bush, every burping frog, every source of light,
and everything and anything at Once
Right Now,
in this 3AM parking lot,
a continuous harmony.
I'm better at picking up and linger in the
taste
of the smell after fresh rain.
Harmony.
Takes very much and nothing at all to
Emerge.
Simply put,
When The World Sang,
I Listened.
