The twirling apocalypse of now, I the universe who gives birth to this Earth, fly Wise everlasting beauty, the starry skies melody harmonies of the spirits dance in the angles of the glance that is the light of the situation, Stop the nonsense in that sense, yes I am Aedan but Aodh is the fire pon which I am little romances with my finger tips foolish for fingers never grasp what slips away the sand of the time sprays upon the spirit and the spirit is thus brought within it spin in it on the record though understand you'll never go where you never go if you never go, rather though be truly sown of yourself and feel what else is the realer though this is not a test I rest my case amongst the masses and as the light blasts out upon whatever passes this is me, my perception my interface with this place which taught me heaven and sought me sown and reaped in the fire from which this light is borne and weaped so to speak, but sow to speak I am alive and so I feel the vibe like a moon child born of the goddess whos light is upon us each and every moment and that spliff in the sky well thats a heavenly omen and i know men can understand this so im not trying to be player and I'm not when I am not I can see and am not blind and further more we can all be unkind, but signed back climaxed is ever the tether to better weather watch this arrangement I play chess with this environment in the rules of engagement we are all sagelike or atleast i feel it within me or it could be the white sage I blazed up my chimneys spin this back and forth and i retort in the sort of manor pon which we live who are you to say this couldnt be your spit and why look at me as if ive said something new when youve heard it already once this story is through so enjoy this time in the land of dream dr3am in the morning birth is seen so take this back and record that scene forever we are birds of these tongue's' treasure