by the creek she lies...

i felt as heaven herself and the pleasure of life beheld my eyesight, until out of the bubble burst a rabbit that followed me down the hole, into the air and beyond.

to become a part of the sigh that comes from within your mouth is what all expressions tend to accomplish. i am one of those unlimited expressions: one that dries in the corners of your wet mouth, as the tongue decides to touch the earth and hear the music that comes from her insides. it screams with beauty and cries with joy to the awakening of the ninth symphony from the new world we are about to inhabit. can you hear the violins cry out in glee towards the harmonious sunlight that shines down on the water?

i can hear the choir arrive at the beginning, right after they have erased the start, and at the middle lies the rabbit, sleeping, awaiting, dreaming, playing. in the bushes the little girl talks with the frog and whilst the bird feeds on its' prey, she eats her lovely frog friend.

when dawn is nearby, all hide in the shadows, so that the princess that so elegantly destroys the evening can play among the slippery bones that lie upon the hay.

'even though you are mad with evil, your eyes make me cry with pleasure' she says, and so goes on to die by the creek...