Yndi Halda Prophitman Waking Dream

and nothing and nothing and nothing
falling silent after crazy pasty faithless
nothing more than meets the eye
and the wall talling falling calling you
to fall like sleep into the cupboard
bedknobs, broomstiKs
wardrobes wombs weathervanes and ravens
I was feeling kinda seesick but the band
screamed Out For MORE
and your pavement eyes and your mercury mouth
with your reverent tones in the missionary times
following your tragic grandparent's eyes as Many Rivers To Cross plays picture your tangerine skies as the turnstile kaleidoscope yellow towers over the sun Lucy hello you complete me only when we repeat replete of meat
INCREDIBLY HIGH they grow, take you away, and advance, retreat, entreat, and defeat
To insist on more of oxygen, life
To resist the plague that rasps at life
To reach a place in true poetic beauty
To not perform at the behest of fools
To only be a fool for those you love
To only love those you have and can be
To only and ever always be more
To BE Less Mute Inglorious
To be more vocal
To be more glorious
To be, that and only that
To live the spaces between the notes,
To drum
I pledge