don't wait for the man standing in the snow to cut off his arm help him now
we're lost where the mind can't find us utterly lost
it isn't that we're alone or not alone whose voice do you want mine? yours?
that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it gets I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind
I'd love to give you something but what would help?
Hearing a crow with no mouth Cry in the deep Darkness of the night, I feel a longing for My father before he was born.
clouds very high look not one word helped them get up there
born born everything is always born thinking about it try not to
