young king of man's true weather
lost in love and shrouds of fear
deep in the unknown experience
made insult to the inside of her evening
and disrupted her bowels of trust
out in his lonely despair, young king insane
wondered yet again, new civilization
vast greenery,
sky of pills - sweet insides, shiny covers -
and blue oceans of dreams & visions
fits of lost-ful-love and fixes in
depression, locked of embrace & her
sweet innocence

young king, new native son
hold through the rapture
to feel her sweet morning
one more lifetime

[This message has been edited by machinery (edited June 13, 2001).]