Marigolds for the bugs
and I’m not ready yet
then, balancing a stick on his head,
the poet speaks his vision
floating on a cloud in the dark
but it was more like
stillness and vibration
Marigolds for the bugs
and I’m not ready yet
then, balancing a stick on his head,
the poet speaks his vision
floating on a cloud in the dark
but it was more like
stillness and vibration