WATER FLOWS.

WATER FLOWS

The water flows through

the mountain.

In a covered wagon,

I walk and roam all of this mess,

the mess that's called a planet,

the world that is full of noise

and sound,

where whispers are covered in grease

and grime.

Laughter fills the night with noise.

Everything goes on its course.

Like shadows that move and weave

through the water,

everything makes us tumble through

a land of horrible laughter

and grief.

The man who calls himself a wizard

laughs and laughs

and then there is nothing but the woods

and fields

where meat-eaters roam,

and vegetables come from a garden

of rabbits who eat it

and venomous spiders

and tickled worms weave like nights.

I surrender myself to you,

like a shadow that is on the edge

of twilight,

where night is gone and alone.

And people learn how to whisper

and weave sad voices into nothing.

And time fades and ends like

the world that watches and waits

and yesterdays are what they were before

the eve of destruction.