The Wind

I was travelling far
In my mind

New ressonations make everything shake
and fly with the wind

A cigarette in the eye
that made all into new stars

Not everything is good
but what a good juice

like the bad movie
that smells like lobster

and prevails from my childhood
that never came to be

I am embryo growing
and fighting in the snow



I follow the water flow
The energy

that came from the black salt
The energy

That came to transform
The energy

My back pack
and a new finger came to ice

Flies free with aleatory mechanics
connection

"We all live in the gutter
but some keep looking up" Oscar Wilde