I never signed-off on the town that I'm livin in.
Every night lost is an ounce of me giving in.
Often I'm in thought of the Indian who told me I would die but then promised in the end i would live again.
I think he meant the conscious of the living man..
Once I stopped just to watch a possum cross a river dam.
Squatting a balsam it dragged a single fist.
And with its paw and one swat snagged a pickerel fish.
And in that moment a cluster of pine snapped..
Leaking rays of sunshine upon flustered lilacs.
Then I knew, life is. It's given and lost.
But never is it gone; like obsidian rock.
I got the lucky spin in being me and i ain't down to wast it.
The fuzz gets hit with treasonry when I'm bound in cages.
I'm too important cuz I know it, and that's the secret.
We all accrue our fortune if we hope for it the deepest.