The Moon Raised Me
By wise
Never quit Stick to it I’m the white on rice The speed of light Live dreams Look down on kites But not the things they’re connected to Clime the mountain of knowledge To the peak Bathe in the clouds Come down Ingrave scripture in the cold stone Which is life Which is life lived well Pounding my existence Into a life supported globe Surrounded by black light Absorbing my florescent thought Converse with consciousness until mad The sun stole my childhood The moon raised me Night is no place for a baby My future belongs to the stars And is dedicated to death before my timeI was trying to better understand the life that I'm living. Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 02:11 PM PST 0 • 10
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