des pear

i long for sleep

i long to walk that corridor to some warm dreamy place

turn off the voices

now i’m anybody i want to be

see me fly thru the sky

my winged spirit searching the astral for something

the eternal me has vacated the shell

tonight please be there

you will wait in the house i built in the clouds

the soft dopey music plays so quietly now

i arrive thru a painting and i go for a song

my words are all over the page

my method is to forget

my energy is to obsess

my lesson is to not learn