Inversion :: hyphae spread how? moments of decay these creatures in the rain attentions undivided bifurcations cling to chips of Earth "some variables exist" those hyphal threads, they are not mirthful, nor acidid, no disposition sharpened or instilled save for a smoky mystery over-ripe gills waste down to mush; pungent broth of putrid chitin tucked between the flaps says most: decay of decayers King ∧ Queen of Decay King ∧ Queen of Decay King ∧ Queen of Decay King ∧ Qu King ∧ Qu King ∧ Quee en of Decay n of Decay

King ∧ Q ng ∧ Que King ∧ Decay Blue nk Moon Bl uek Moon Blue ∧ Pink Moon a song of stormy sea Blue ∧ Pink Moon is where we find an apogee of Blue ∧ Pink Moon, apogee:: the tide rolls out the tide comes in the tide comes out the tide rolls in there is nothing left but water mist thin blue there is nothing left but water great gray of a deep magnetic worry squeezed my brain from the wetland muck (mud) didn't wanna call it 'self', but the name sure stuck squeezed my brain from the wetland muck (mud) decomposition of the spirit. squeezed that brain from the wetland mud writhing larvae for my blood, decomposition of the spirit. there is nothing left but water mist thin blue there is nothing left but water great gray of a deep magnetic worry sat around for a month or two! dreams sprout wings and away they flew, sat around for a month or two, grow a little wiser, smile. glimpse it once and it's gone again falling hard like a cold spring rain, glimpse it once - it's gone again, an ephemeral wildflower. there is nothing left but water mist thin blue there is nothing left but water great gray of a deep magnetic worry eyes sparkin' green glass on the street when this body dies gonna fall to peat, when this body dies, ain't doomed to repeat, decomposition of the spirit. made this body for the owl's next blues county highways, walkin' boots, made this body for the owl's nest blues, ringing like a bell! these are my friends! let me introduce you to them!

breathing in, breathing through the rainy breezy view :: the doorway in the back of my brain ◍, lung:: if i am old and tepid allow me to reform upon my fragile memories if in complaint i should access them ooh, if in complaint i should access them lift that record playing arm to cheer me on! oh love, i'll tell you true, like i was twelve years old and we were standing alone above the shining river ooh, it's mirrors and it's gongs you pointed to your frail house oh, it's windows all long gone, scattered by acoustic waves or sour weather. in the bowl out back see the players run, and jump, and sing! fill their lungs up with the failed play! and moonrays early in the mornin' they evaporate, part of The Daydream Generation.

live from The Lost City:: one of these days you'll go for a walk you'll take a walk through the town after the marketplace you'll take a stroll you'll take a walk through the town that you live in you'll take a walk through the town -- rejoicing -- one of these years you've got to sing open your wings for them all after such time you've got to swing take your guitar you will walk to that bandshell you'll take a walk through the town -- sing! -- one of these days you'll go for a walk you'll take a walk through the town after the marketplace you'll take a stroll you'll take a walk through the town that you live in you'll take a walk through the town

so, i sing:: mirrored in these rising palpitations, my pyre flames that lick in elation, so sigh a raven's call or wings you savor all that grow in fruiting of my labors. mirrored in these rising palpitations, a code of work that moves so slowly if i in an arc or lucid sweating turn under prelude watchful moon should burn. to sow, i sing.

CYP2D6 2:: so, here i am again herald swiftly floating fleeting i am the light in your eyes let us sit down and dine together chewing the farce of another surprise chewing the farce of another surprise so, here i am again floating fleeting feeling the underpinning of a virtuality, narrow and without breath kicking in doors we both dream together or blink without rest. so, here i am again herald swiftly floating fleeting i am the light in your eyes let us sit down and dine together

bop bop bop:: raven fly up o'er the hill sailing far raven fly up o'er the hill sailing far raven in the parking lot and stills sailing far raven's wings inverted :: flipped over the top top! raven's wings asserted ∧ may they never stop stop!