well i travel at the speed of a reborn man, i got a lot of love to give from the mirrors of my hand

-- its all colder and
the wind's picked up
cause the the earth is warmer than the air
- the sun hides behind another
half of the earth -
and the water is just not what it was.
physics is poetry when it was nearer to philosophy
and here we have
leaves dying in beauty
the appreciation for everything
is so much more sharp
just before it dies -
man made or organic -
hendrix's marshalls or the leaves.