21 November 2012
we go with the flow, we watch it as it goes, straight through the floors-
as it pours ,to where?, who knows rolling with punches, escaping death blows
emptied pillows, I'm doin alot of solos- alone in the ghettos, it all slows, see all the nice life,in nice little rows-
seemingly I oppose from side glances through my windows, missing the way, the sound echoes my echo's ,this i pose ,to, denigrated egos
she can be my rose at the bottom of those gallows-
as we tiptoe through astral meadows we sing "hallow" "hallow" "be thy weirdos !"
echoed Flow • Opuss № I