Monday, November 16, 2009

you are the blood..



You are the blood flowing through my fingers all through the soil and up in those trees You are electricity and you're light You are sound itself and you are flight You are the blood flowing through my fingers All through the soil and up in those trees You are electricity and you're light You are sound itself and you are flight You are the blood flowing through my fingers All through the soil and up in those trees You are the blood flowing through my fingers You are the blood that I may see you that I may see you You are the blood in me You are the earth on which I travel on which I travel You are the earth under my feet That I may travel that I may travel with you you are the earth on which I write the circumstances you say what you want from me you are the solitude that goes against me that goes against me you are the choir in which I dream in which I sleep in which I wander.....

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