behind the liquor store on catalina street
the acacia was growing thick.
the first Queen of the wolves
she grew so that her human form became
her head grew out of the wolfs head.
she is becoming
all that yin and yang
guns and Ghandi
Jesus , Brabus
the Son of the Father
we drive into the sun
it danced us into freedom
following his most majestic Queen to the purpose
to the recipe
we waited patiently
the age of martredom is over..
Regular Clouds 