Surya

Surya (Son, Myself)
3-29-18

As to capitulate you will give
As thou take your life as in line no longer in such strife
Greeting Lama Surya Das
As if under the knife
Sleeping in Theos' goat shed
What were my dreams about but of obtaining more
To take care of
As to bruise the bread with curry combs
To fix the hair of all I know in that it's a mystery
Learning a little bit more of the English as my resolve is put to the test
Good work, my son, myself
Still perseverating giving into the memory's decadence
Of mysterious music and eerie chords by lake Michigan
Schools of fish and friends in hoards
As to be the one in the land of endless coffee ground
I dig their sound....