notes

There was an evening i slept i had a dream and made a song the song slipped through my hands like sand more slithered in and around the shrubs and disappeared under the cement. I wished i had sprung on that moment and raised my dictaphone now i know again how that works and will grow. People staring at me everywhere i go it will become reckless and move somewhere between the center of things and somewhere underneath. Into withdrawn, can not be drowned. It moves and lingers Into an empty space. It surfaces untouched Loved and Singular.