It's the one rarely seen,
railings in the dark while it's raining
I'm painting a monochrome outline with words from
out my mouth I'm clinging on to sunshine
Sipping rain straight from the source
My statements are formed from
walking late through the gorse
from the ways and the laws
in its place is a pause like
where the way that i think is
is the strange sound of silence
the heat brings me up so i'm drawing it in
this one little insect with fourering wings
lands straight on my arm now
There's talk on the wind,
where I'm pouring a drink
plus there's more in the sink
Burning drawer and I'm lost,
With the corn in the field,
I'm there born and it shrinks
And it grows as I float on the bloat
Going folk, showing hope as I joke
With the stoats in the undercoat
When the vapors clear, clear, clear, clear,
clear, clear, dream religious ways
I walk deep in the woods following a
hunch I spend days in a hollow trunk
I know the rhythm of the rain
Sudden lumps of moss and mud,
it fills from the bottom up
I'm on the run, I've barely gotten up
I'm clutching rotten clumps of grass
off the hills that I'm trotting up
I broke away from the city lights to
where it's pitch black at night
But my physical is still inside
But my mind's by the riverside
Sipping pints on my jacks, chilly hitting pipes
I know nothing of wisdom right
But I know how to visualise
The last words of a missing spine
You had a secret to lift the sky
Truths as obvious as hidden lies
It's all wrapped up in gigabytes
Shouts out to the sparrows
Keep it country like line dancing
The wilderness kids keep it overgrown
Like it's my garden, no tight parking
Away from the tight marking
Of uniformity with eyes on
This ain't a pitch, but time's passing
And if you wanna hitch a ride,
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