Coloring

Byzantine bright blowing light. Left to this simple mind a gift for sight. Perplexed by the esoteric glow, the lamb skin pastures and indigent flows. It changes my mind, mood, my extremes. That flagrant fire piercing bright. The forever destined ignition, to click on the gears and make synapses explode with this sergeant of improve and pestilint prose. Singing songs of free flowing jams, like Garcia on the road. Am I jack Kerouac listing for peace or the greater understanding of a man that won't help but to fall to his knees. To let the world burn with is empirical ease or that sicifant subasious that wins Pearl's in the night. It's the questions of understanding that makes me come to life. The subatomic particles to the impressive arch aft. This is my voice and my ambitious heart cast.