I like muddy echoes. They barely make it 'cross the river only to be reflected back by the forest on the other side. Those obese squirrels conspiring- I LOATHE as they chit-chat behind my curled back with Blue Jays, and so many spiders. I LOVE watching them all degather like some fluttering mandala somehow making Sound . O the sorcery of butterflies trailing thru thin air as every moment surrounds itself with a ripple, or an Echo. Omar, whatever you do- There's an observer on the wing of your whirlwind strings, Meditate on Sensory Decay || I wonder if I've ever thought about you pounding on my auratic shell I watch outside explosions of sacrament Xenrej's Orbsycli Forgot I had teeth Panning for thoughts Visions of eyes In fire
the second half really sped up for me. the first seems to meander along, calm and quiet, and then the second part... BOOM! wake up! and what an excellent ending, my friend! a real punch... but my favourite part, i must admit, was... O the sorcery of butterflies trailing thru thin air bravo!!
Well, I liked the first "big sur" but this was fantastic. I like the ending a lot too, lady dreamcatcher said it all in her post. Though, I don't know who Omar is, or what Xenrej's Orbsycli means.
My poetry's personal, but it's up to you to interpret it! (that's why art's so beautiful) Thank you both for the input, I love when others love what I've converted. Omar. Alfredo Rodriguez-Lopez is one of the best guitarists alive right now. :*
Wow, it's funny- I wrote the beginning when I was just high, by the river, and later on I wrote the rest when I was on acid, by the same river. and O YES things were faster . .
