The spirit bomb has
ruptured at the
seam
Life is not a dream
in lower
California
The nightmare is a joyride
And no sorrow is like
yours, my
friend;
Silence is our tomb
And we would have been
in love;
We would have shaken it
to pieces
As only damaged souls
can do
©2024 Nathan Payne

"Magic rings I made have turned my finger green
And my mystic roses died
Guess reality is not as it seems
So I sit here hopin' for truth and a ride
To the other side"
Judee Sill