Between the Notes

 


For this moment between the notes, I rest. 

I put forth all the ingredients to bring forth the ideal sound, 

To lift and light the world, At las, swinging  her all around.

For these are the seeds growing my visions and dreams, 

Coming into eyes you see, 

Me singing my song, tickling touching your face, 

Like gum some paste. 

Yet hearing the call the wind spreading love in two space.

Propagating my procreating atoms to flow dominating all race.

For knowingly being Gods, formidable Son,

Art Baby Blue, you know the One. 

For this moment, between the notes,

I rest letting my breath seed visions of me being best.

Ingredients set, sounds lift up light,

Spinning the world, she dances in flight.

Dreams rise, in eyes you see, my voice, my song, touches thee.

Sticking gently, like gum, some paste, 

Spreading love’s wind, across infinite space.

Atoms flow, flowing dominating grace,

Propagating light to all human race.

For knowingly being God's beautiful Son,

Art Baby Blue, the chosen the radiant One.

















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