Sitting around while the cave light sangold man gray in the beardpaints his pictures with a voicepracticed in the arts of creation."Once, far far away..
Hold in the ragecold and bluerun into my coreThreatening to shard.I feel no painthere is no sunonly cold and bluethreatening to expand.I lost my souls..
I never could touchthat blue and white illusionso impossibly far.But I have touched the Earth,many times, getting dirty handsfrom Mother's touch.And I..