Bringing peace
t-shirts and wristbands it’s a move since 02.
That’s when we met-
cold nights and warm cherries
found them towards the bottom,
bottoms up nothing but up bottoms up.
Miles high and we chatting on the walkie
and we walkin’ and talkin’
catchin’ our footing walking the rope
the boy wonder
and hunting bats.
Fallin’ off;-
don’t remember the hole in floor
the bottomless pit and weightless shoes
the deafening colorless silence.
Saint's Muse 