A walk in the cherry blossoms And it takes much longer, now, Much longer, to recover. Hangovers last for days. Colds last a week. My spirits are recovered By the beauty this tree has carelessly Scattered on the ground, Morsels of the infinite On my yellow plastic Nikes
We circle each other like Wounded Lion bars Suffering is tinged by the sweet promise Of salvation, elevation to the Galaxy Of Milky Ways and the Ripple in space time.
Painting on the wall of the Brick wall The man runs lazily to the quick brown fox and says Hashtag Modernism Hashtag egg and beans In ma belly