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Tea leaves and dyslexic blurbs
Old skool maps of the suburb.
Falling leaves speak more
While men somewhere debate the state of war.
Don’t read into the beauty of this crystal tower.
The tumbing, Crashing raw awesome power
Don’t read into this.
It’s just another hollow kiss.
Goodbye literature
Hello tick tock
The time is now, so ignore the clock.
This is you’re moment
You’re time in the sun.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Because done is done.
Fun is fun.

My creative juices are flat
And I cannot compare.
My brain is fuzzy and My eyes are square.
Out in the universe, it seems they don’t care
I’ve done alot of it, but I feel I’m not there.
I’m reading the signs and making the tunes
I’m jammin to music, but I can’t read that too.

Faith in the word.
I Knew that once
It’s a hard thing to keep, reading into dreams, and chasing that sleep.
Believe it or not,  belief is belief.
A eulogy to a note on grief
But the end og a chapter could be the the beginning of something much more.
Another wonderful page
In the book of us all.

This can’t be read it can only be heard.
We are the music, we are the word.
This can’t be read it can only be learned.
This can’t be read it can only be learned.