please view me on desktop :-)
that air of ruthlessness in spring
here is the hand -- here is the hand -- on my face
it's not my hand -- it's a beautiful day -- again -- I
can hardly believe anything -- what about you who
are so frequently touching -- some part of the world
what is it you're touching today -- when I touch the
trees -- the trees think man-child -- they are so
wrong -- but it is a human face I put on -- I am
hung up under this weather -- I am hanging on tight
to a swing -- when I go up enough I jump -- then I
am not touching anything -- then the world thinks
I've disappeared -- I am just having a little fun
not much fun at all -- are you sad -- did you touch
the world -- the wrong way -- everything is always
happening -- and not just for show -- I want to
show you something -- I don't care what -- I want
you to look where I say