This is what I do with my hands. The easy way was not for I ! In the shade of a great demon tricking whatever comes its way into believing
I am dream
In the cusp of my hands there is a light that grows in me
With every breath, the right fluid makes itself. I live therefore I be and it fixes itself around the nucleus in me that got made through my whirlwind, ready for yours ?
It is people, our responsibility to use our hands with lots of rightness
at the right gesture making the right air.
It is therefore, people our duty to make the hands go free and free every thing on
The stairwell that sells well
The stick hole that opens for the right size of bamboo.
The real hole in the world is you, people. The filling the heart, the hearth, the mind
Makes it covetable but the hole is you.
Responsible, yes, to make and do as all the actions
are blessed by god so long as they are made
let us be open to handling
The response is a test
I repeat
The response is a test
If you want gorgeous lights made miracle
Your response is at test
Make so it be or believe it may
at the righteousness be made is friendly game when the wires untangle
or be so directed as to being the hand that god hand.
The right and the left
he hand for giving hastes and dealing makes for a rest,
Part of it is you
I make too
Kiss these.
I will kiss there, yours after all is ending
and the right man based in Rightful Land
jumps around.
