Then some stuff starts living
and you can feel the twister, a fire
Manic man it makes me theelL
think and feel like Living
aflaming up swirling all desires asked into the path
and then the twister turns to ash, and then the ash gets rain
and the once ocean tides around and swayls the ash into the low spots of earth
into small nomadsland travelers into daylight caves
and black holes above ground
who knows what lives in there
sometimes nothing
often less
dead unmoving masked
despair
Bullshit
Live again.
Get manic!
It’s a tornado loving ablazin’ rainin’ Blast!
…
ask
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