Don't look the wind drops, no wish meant for love to grow
Spinning planets, giving their tips, don't you see all the universe?
Rushing a flowing filter through my skyline
My home is my belly, sending messages to my river heart
Reciting ancient tablets, you're partially inscribed by distant visitors
Origin isn't clear, but I believe they're from your eyes
Sharing the wisdom of the sky, they rule the backs of shooting stars that you call glances
Catalyzing our revances, sparking a rise to help repel the darkness
Guys with raindrops fall, hush now, you may not talk
Gotta stop and reside in this moment, and watch the collider spin in planets
You should magnetic fields where every finger that's landed here or there or there
Finally lips blue, allowing raindrop tongues to get through
Hard to resist move when the river runs through it
Lust pulse become music, young newness, alien ASOP Cosmos Confucius
Patience is constant as this view is, waiting will come a resolution
Breath and birth emanate from that, in a place with no given luminescence
Only reflecting what surrounds, guiding our cycles
And moving with the rest of the mind, skies, high rulers, night movers
Which guide light and sounds, blew us, around the stars, fumes us
Tick and bust, it becomes too much
And then, with the universe expanding in our lungs
Celestial bodies collapse upon the one, one
Time of raindrops launch, one fourth to roll
Spinning planets, fingertips, touches all the universe
Why should a flow of thought take through my spare mind
The moon is my belly, sending messages to my river heart
Beauty andqi
Beauty andqi
Beauty andqi
Beauty andqi
Beauty andqi
