In this episode,
I figure that this network I'm holdin' on
gives out images far out, as the open mind,
so open what falls out is what seeped through the closed, droplets
Like the winter rain, touching nostalgia and content,
It's been a long time coming, or so it feels
floatin' within the film reels, ticket stubs and photo's of the avenue
running out of things to say, I'm cool from what I do
henceforth, what can a post do?
given a time and place, relations of worlds and revenue
both disastrous and miraculous
relations that haven't shipped, with stamps for delivery
with characters that defy, souls re-unite
still got manners and chivalry
such art, art is a memory, memorizing time scenes, all's a documentary
contrary belief, with such reliefs
dedicated to those high on life from it
and the dedications left behind
subtract the abstracts, giving only the plain facts
can only project surfaces, unseen like invisible acts
sending letters to the moon, it's important to be aware though
repenting from ego centrism, ignored from what any other saying goes
what's the significance of this web scrapbook?
my old people tells me to love what I adore
I turn my hour glass gold, and this world is yours
