The cadence of language. Music is its wine.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

"Will you take care of yourself?"

"Yes I will."

"Why will you?"

"Because I have many things to look forward to."

Beyond the door our stars collide.
Step out with us into the magical light.

Before reigning supreme over others, have you conquered yourself?

Be square or square up to the challenge? Since we're already dying, do we ebb or live forever?

In your epitaph, you should never expire.

Amidst the circle of smiles, a cheeky gander and wiggle for new-found freedom. So ready to grow and play.

Spoils are no more glorious than a person spent. We are all very naked.