It's an older gentler world
inside this song,
given birth by a Herco Flex 75 pick
with sleepy monkeys in the trees
waiting for enlightenment.
I'm high from a bass line,
going downstream on religious waters
where nuns and parrots appear and disappear
above and beneath the somnambulant surface,
casual whispering gods whose guitars
are touched
with sweet divinity.
Oh, wow, this poem is itself a gentler world. You took me down that sleepy float downstream. I love the nuns and parrots appearing and disappearing. A moment of peacefulness, time out of time. Just beautiful.
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