Lackluster

Hey! Hey! Hey! Slippy side, Side-Side-Side go to go a long time gone and a long time past so soon so soon -- Lack Luster Lack Luster how can I muster The faith That I need to see The Things I need to see -- on again off again Bronco try to hold on to the ribs of the situation at hand. a long time gone and a long time past, since I felt That Things were within my grasp. . . wheel roll round round, round, round -- hear that Sound. Leaning longingly against The window, falling forlorn to the ground, ground, ground. . . when I wonder, when I whistle, when I'm wandering Through The Thistles when I'm tangled up in Bristles hey! hey! hey! Beautifully Pained like an angel in purgatory -- wrapped up and exhaulted -- immaculate in melancholy -- She (sea) sure (shore) rose and The sand fell Through her hands grain after grain after grain! "In the Beginning was The Myth" Chapter one starts like this. . ., "Blank and Calm, and full of expectancy." (Herman Hess' "peter Caminziad") I'm standing exactly where I'm Supposed to be. . . Twisting and Tumbling, not Standing or fumbling.