here is the living and there is the plan, here is the moment and hence did I ran, did I run, did i go and you know that the end was just near, the time when abiding a timing was clear, that we were here for the taking and hence we were took by the crooks who would seek to find permanent nooks, for our craniums in cranies our bellies in bug stew, and here is the place where in the silence i met you, we danced and survived the apocalypse now, and knew we would and worried still and soon we allowed our voyage away to the tune of the day of the rising of spring from our offering to a ship to a sail to sing to avail the peace and the jowl of the song birds trowel, dig the porcelain cap hadder mack of the destiny you are the one who has had the best of me. with our warents unguarded our truth unfurled we let loose the intricate matrix of curls and culture shifted in spirals and turns in twists of the sounds of the name of the nerd and the dorks and the jocks, and the ones who would seem in the flocks danced round the graves and spit out there names ancestral cousins here are they made, to modes to maves and moles rising undergound is hiding still days they be dawing spring up like the flock is the tending unhid, spring up as the rulses of the town thus forbid, the great oz has lifted the vails are all shifted the focus is gifted to mommies of size. great mommies silver mommies and golden jelly girls we ride to the end of the start of the rolls. on one on one on …
