Jeffree Skewes #141 Down is up again

syncronised

in alignment we speak and clearly see

sunset harps go with drums so nicely

words used to describe the present aires

are plucked like peaches restart their journeys now

with only one aim our senses heightened we call it art

no one knows why this is so

it's rhyme or reason a feather

only the sky and everything is pleine

a magic kind of bing perceived somehow

there are no jobs or places to be

future's another town the past went by

here the band prepares just by om-ing

perhaps that's nothing special after all

we saw it all before the forgetting

yet no other deity stood so long

or still took breaths away this way

so let's wish upon this Eve's trilogy

Saturn     Jupiter    Venus

crescent Moon on indigo sky
the Sun setting recounts the time 

we're always in