The river we are the river we cross the river we claim The river we cast the backbone of a dinosaur whose name is hard to spell out hard to make up hard to part ...in a river of time... lines unfolding the books pages of old over some known Himalayan camp base for hope in letters and higher words filling the new boots for offside worlds under the narrow, winding paths of some unknown Egyptian sphinx sands carrying the/a context... black to black forest to sea the river from which we hang like leaves on a branch in a tree of life The river we cast the river we claim the river we cross The river we are Danube
God as a roundabout... Devil as a ferris wheel... round and round... eons and eras, with days and nights... the same path by chance, by game, by shame, by fame(name)... by ideas, by words... by the two face of the coin... by theory and practice Mind over Heart or not Soul over Body or not What is truth without lie... another lie or just truth... God forgives as the Devil does not forget, like space and time cold war for eternity makes the universe absent, empty, conscious, simulated... 50 cal. ideas of old... some letters from Iwo Jima In a fast furious far drifting world every bit of nos is dangerous, yet tool... and maybe not in the International chocolate cake day... right !? p.s. or what cake, specific as f..., is today as a matter of fact