Medicine for the people
the turmoil of making a small city
a tempest to some
together when we rise up to a dime store prophecy
the saints are marching over innocence and someone wrote a letter to god
gold and damp white mornings together, behind and before
a root queen looking for redemption from finding romance in the mundane
showering the dime store nation for the motion of your soul
like this people are the sum of their biographies
rock and sand channeling spirits for a royal vibe india a go go, while I wait
creation meets soul rock and sand turning fate into a feat of genius
responsible to many true to none
my country has many a story of men
love is all marooned with the sea
she couldn’t be a daughter of the sun she became a daughter of the moon
in a war of wills and will nots where will represents a geometry of faith
and will nots wears out the breath of life
age is responsible for sitting on a threshold of inside and out
something unspoken remains the same while I stumble on the way to your shore
