like a cornflower blooming
the sky is moving yellow green with the dawns approach of a cloud.
the blessing of our father was strangled when he awoke from his sleeping scarlet nights shroud.
and they say soon, soon will be the storm
and the storm will soon be here.
we are now changed, solidly we are water, gasses i say, gas only i fear
(he began as we pulled from it, and he shall return as we did. )
he began as we pulled from it, and he shall return as we did.

he is on the moving.
our earth is moving yellow green with the afternoons approach of the rain.
the ever loving beauty of our mother is bursting throughout the confines of fungus, insect, crow and grain.
insect and grain.
fungus and crow.
and here we got us an upright walker, a builder, a thinker and a non stop talker.
and here our hands join in the reflection on the still water. and here our eyes meet only along the inside of our eyes' color.
(and here our hands join in reflection on the still water. and here our eyes meet only along the inside of our eyes' color.)

and here is the cape of holes cut rope sky song.

so god created man in his own image, in the image of god created he him, male and female, created he them.
and here our eyes meet only along the inside of our eyes' color.

so god created man in his own image and thats where our eyes meet only along the inside of our eyes' color.

in the twilight the slow wailing of widowed seamen's wives will pull straining, suffocating years upward
and above the solid waters that filled our chest with an endless chilled night.
and together out of the choking sobs of the women emerges a sad, slowly drifting line, finally to escape from the sweet mouth of a chickadee. as song.
a sad slowly drifting line,
emerging from the sweet mouth of a chickadee as song.

the stratosphere.

and it is space inside our connected eyes, and our shared vision is that of the starlit skies,
and the world is unmoving in the backs of our eyes.
and we know where and when the selfish tear dries-
and we know where and when our immortality lies.
and we know where and when the selfish tear dries-
and we know where and when our immortality lies-
in the starlit skies.
it is unmoving in the backs of our eyes.

so god created man in his own image, in the image of god created he him, male and female, created he them.
(we know where our mortality lies)
and we know where our immortality lies.

so god created man in his own image, in the image of god created he him, male and female, created he them, and here meet our eyes, only along the inside boundary of our eyes' color.

and the world is unmoving on the backs of our eyes.