Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death

What time is it? It is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true.

i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

It may take two people to make a really beautiful mistake.