I am lying but not
That I don't tell the truth,
Because now that I'm
Floating, that's the truth!
I do not explicate
That lying is truthful,
Because I'm floating,
And it's beautiful!
Listening to the air
Is supposed to be quiet
But null, unlike Bach's Air,
It's just like death!
your words flow like notes on a musical scale, with a seemingly endless repertoire of the vernacular. and with baton in hand, your create yet another symphony of quotable imagery. wow...