Testo Swirl No-Man

Swirl

see the straw shoes making patterns on the soft, lifeless earth.
hear the rain fall on the tin roofs, feel the water on my face pray to see the morning light.
in the garden, on the damp ground, I crouch behind the biggest rock.
I'm tired and homesick for the jungle.
I pray to see the morning light; I stared through dirty windows, I slept on battered beds; taking tulips from my pocket, I would pin them to your breast.
there's too much love and understanding and not enough common sense.
there's too much art and inspiration and not enough building bricks.
there's too much love and understanding; there's too much love and understanding; there's too much sex and perspiration, and not enough stepping stones.
they wrapped you up in cotton sheets and carried you away, while our children played with plasticine and tried to face the day.
there's too much love and understanding, and not enough common sense.
there's too much art and inspiration, and not enough building bricks.
pale beneath the murderous sky, grit between my teeth and my tongue, drained from all the heat and the searching, I try to send my signal to you.
I place my flowers at your feet, I throw my sunsets in your face.
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