Music on the sun
Eye heard the music on the sun because eye had my super hearing tuned and eye am not quite human the orchestrated bellows of the flaming coronae's
Became a simpatico staccato marked in time
Something on the order of a peccadillo mabe even armadillo up in a tree sniffing for signs of bear and cat to determine if she could get her Zen on later in the day the armadillo was so tasty with the quills already skewered in the meat the angels sit on air and make it look so soft they stand in layers between me and the singing sun the music is so sweet the armadillo meat is done and now we eat
As we listen to the music on the sun the music brays and mellows brays and stays so loud like booming
Marching drums in rhythm moving slowly toward the earthen sky. Making worlds collide making sonic waves of madness ruling all the radios ruling all the sky. Making all the rappers cry at the sounds from the music on the sun.
