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To Yeah of Origins
I speak by the roadside.
By the side of my need for confidence.
About myself I cannot say for certain
what's up ahead.
My needs lay
behind me or before me?
If I'm by myself
what can I say that promoted the fuss
of give and take?
Talk in spacial moods.
I said to myself just make it good in
front of me over slow surmise.
And I listen to you
at such an achievement
of a vehicle for silence
as is listening to far out poetry.
Chasing upwards with views
and of the night.
This I say to you
Yeah of Origins:
have me over and over
and dilly dahlia flair.
As sweeps through
and leave me to tapered maches
to elswhere somewhere.
Island of eye
the sea below.
That's the view of the ground
from the blue delu.
Apple, sun and having in the self
this wanting.
Asparagus, foxglove, forsythias
blown of the wind a few hundred times.
Aspirations.
Things become absorbed.
Cloud, wind and inward self
in as yet what purpose is the revealing
to me attested my true feelings.
As what I saw afterwards
a voice breathed out and said:
"This is what I saw,
this is ouroboros and hair let down."
By the side of my need for confidence.
About myself I cannot say for certain
what's up ahead.
My needs lay
behind me or before me?
If I'm by myself
what can I say that promoted the fuss
of give and take?
Talk in spacial moods.
I said to myself just make it good in
front of me over slow surmise.
And I listen to you
at such an achievement
of a vehicle for silence
as is listening to far out poetry.
Chasing upwards with views
and of the night.
This I say to you
Yeah of Origins:
have me over and over
and dilly dahlia flair.
As sweeps through
and leave me to tapered maches
to elswhere somewhere.
Island of eye
the sea below.
That's the view of the ground
from the blue delu.
Apple, sun and having in the self
this wanting.
Asparagus, foxglove, forsythias
blown of the wind a few hundred times.
Aspirations.
Things become absorbed.
Cloud, wind and inward self
in as yet what purpose is the revealing
to me attested my true feelings.
As what I saw afterwards
a voice breathed out and said:
"This is what I saw,
this is ouroboros and hair let down."
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To Yeah of Origins
To Yeah of Origins