That

some won't believe it till they see it,
so Imma tell it like this
this is not a competition
This is risen from the clenches
a match made in seasons
of I've got to achieve this
dreams implanted and they search for my reason
in disbelief.

we see the musical unfolding on the streets
in character the lines begin to speak
parables and potions, escapism's magnum opus
day and knights
stars board solar winds, rush.
cooling jet screams to poetry
each breath pardons english on cue.
felt tip seamstress weaves epics by the footstep

in the sun she will not rest
in the harvest she is set
in winter
spring
summer idle

practice
and for our next recital: Miss Fancy McCoy!

To Joy we ode
photographic language
emblazoned seconds
thanks is presence
projector screen tv
so u can see
us doing me
connected

welcome,

to that feeling:




-delano