borrow a sip of moon shine wine
an equinox equilibrium
the resurrection of spring
fling aside in stride
contemption and fear
my dear
our minds are fertile
like matte lemon myrtle
namaste to the turtle with the 13 moons on its back
it’s fact that we dream streams of code
we approach our world in divine knowledge then slowly purge our beliefs for confusion
infuse the soul with ebony and amber
water pure and air breathed deep
steep the heart in muslin and baby wool
stirred in a pot of desire and lust
trust in a moment
without question
rules are meant to be broken
and life is meant to be spoken