N’ so the lizard was born …

Lifeless greenery

Weightless boulders

Dead sticks
Dried leaves

Pale white
Brownish end

Rays’ here
Rob and John

Alrite ..alrite ..alrite 
The poet is gone

Fire the gun
n’ so the lizard was born

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- and so - the lizard was born - who is to say - if gun powder - and gold dust ever got along!! - what do we stand for? - what do we not? - and when poets are gone - their lives live on in their words - but more importantly - what they stand for - lives on! - absolutely moving writing! - can't wait to read more from you - :) -