Fat Old Sun

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Fibonacci system

with my feet upon the ground I move myself between the sounds
and open wide to suck it in
I feel it move across my skin
I'm reaching up and reaching out
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me
whatever will be willed on me
and following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been
we'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been

spiral out... keep going