we like it wild. we like the heavenly lift of cedar trees and grass leaves and each purple flower. we’ve dipped our paddles in the waters of a scorpion moon and we can’t go back. we seen coyotes running thru the airport across from green island where blossom people live & no coyote hunters come. we run in a stagger with our shoulders bent and our ears high.
scared paranoid minds, explosions, poison clouds, cutting up the holy life, heart screams is too much sickness. no no no napalm dust & gas masks and domination of doomed nations cutting up the sacred sprouts and miracle vessels. no no no split atoms. we stay in tact now.
we like it wild. we like the heavenly lift of bird wings and green leaves & flower minds & tender tongues. we like the music of the wind. a gentle voice that means no harm.