Our Feet

Before we get together, I must say something here.

This period is like facing a death. I think I can see it.

As for us, death

Would be a paranormal theft.

My grieving makes the values of life distinctly clear.

We who in this time fought the powers that never should have been.

The Truth, rogue fashion.

Surprising to discover heart to heart is easy

When you have scruples.

Doors naturally open, when you mean it.

You’re looking at me and the sun and the wind are breezy.

I am luminous, you are laughter, my other is nothing but joy.

What’s at stake for us is what we have in abundance.

May I tear a speech here as I see it someday dawn on them,

As they sit waiting for the suppression to arise.

Seeing the gulf will be the last thing they see.

Our feet, in the everlasting peace for which we work, will saddle earthquakes

Even in only one life.

Where people have been so wonderfully nice,

And Tears have never felt so good.

The world is wonderful and my gut says we will stay here.