Where thou… art?

You wanted to separate the normal from the art, but that is not possible.

Best check them eyes of yours, best lookin’ to yer heart.

Don’t be blue on a sunny day, yet consider becoming rain, just for the day.

Fall on the noses of unsuspecting walker-byers, stain that girl’s suede shoes!!

Roll over those tree’s leaves, plop onto a frog!

Sing onto windows and pound the ceiling, I mean on the roof.

Loose yourself into the wind, moisten that breeze.

Good-bye into the soil, un-dampened by the sun, perhaps shoot up in a blade of grass, sweet, green.

Part of the lily, part with the body.


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