follow the layers
follow the layers
branches spread wide for the sun
fluttering with wind
follow the layers
branches spread wide for the sun
fluttering with wind
where lights are flashing
and bodies are dancing close
alone in a crowd
being gnarled and bent
flow slowly through the ages
mourning dove launches
procrastination
pause the art of creating
where does that door lead
trapped within patterns
every turn leads to the same
need to stop digging
look to the future
as possibilities merge
to become the past
oh look an ice-ball
clamoring for attention
someone send whiskey
weariness descends
float in nap's gentle caress
the keys didn't fall
arrival is not
the signal for it to start
containing patience
feel the rock and sway
travel to the lounge tonight
odd salon awaits