Cyborg sun in the palm of your hands
the heavenly bodies
racked and placed on new cycles
world energy machine
head waters rivers streams oceans laughter
and i never left. and never will. i live….everywhere
well go ahead then, make some clouds
world energy machine
swallows things
takes long rests in dark reaches
fires out
for a signal
it acheives. when it looks at you
you might start to shed a layer at a time
until what’s left is completely different then what it started with.
lets make it new
and banish a consensus founded on destroying others..
i swear i heard the cyborg sun say..
Regular Clouds 