There was a fine fire spreading salt around town
I remember because I had castor seeds with honey for my breakfast.
too much time passed, I was healthy already
So I looked to the clouds
Stealthy with white pintop heaps of cotton steeples staring at the townspeople although asleep keep my seeds warm and safe.
Margaret with a young fellow skipped into my shoes.
Jumped a clocktower high and dropped like a Dog.
I burst into three peices, each me milking the moon.
La Lune
LaLune

Here I am smiling looking at you on the shore
I smile as big, maybe even bigger than the moon but
I wouldn't know because she's been hiding
When the stars make trails on the sand and
you turn away walking faster, rubbing and balling you hands together
your eyes spitting sun like a lighthouse lantern on the rocks that make better waves for you.
"what exactly is synthetic?"
You'd like to get to the root of the problem.
And sorry if It seems as though I'm not listening-
just thinking i'd like to see and touch and make love to your roots.