Collab with Emmit Other, Swagtastic & Balcar.



High on a mountain top,
a coyote howls in the distance.
Beneath the silvert wondrous stars,
glittering in an infinite desert night.
The voluminous crescent moon winks,
Luna's flirting eye blesses it.
The soft sirocco wind whispers from the north.
A sigh as the tumbling tumbleweed,
spins in a dust devil up and up and up.
Caught in a jet engine,
making the tech mogul crash to the ground.

In fiery fiery fiery painful death.
The coyote marks its territory.
On the flailing fiery business bro
and then there is only,
silent smelly yellow ash.
Beneath the wondrous sky,
beneath the wondrous sky.

Star constellations are what I draw
in the sky that is so shy.
Its beauty dazzles the eyes,
To see the wonders of the night.
While the night sings it songs of wonder.
Sleep is one to fight,
but the wild imagination of thy slumber,
is what drew fonder.

Once eyes close,
it opens to only see the sun is up.
To climb down from the mountain top
And walk home from a distance huh.
Oh how the desert-like sun covers the golden sand.
Like a sea of dust that turns your mouth into a crust.
Water, water, across the lips it brands.
Crawling through the sand is me and my wanderlust.
Snakes slide hissing by,
dust swept on by.
To show skeletons,
a reminder that one should move on and never die.

In the wind, my body shivers in its embrace.
Swirling in an oncoming helix,
dancing in a mind trembling tempo.
Where its interclusion invigorates sensations.
Sensations beyond what the mind can imagine.
Seismic luminescence, if you'd blink,
you'd miss it.
Dancing like minstrels under the pale moon
and torrid pale winds.
It's a phenomenon that weaves wonder,
In plasticity to the star lit sky.
I can only describe as dead,
yet so alive.

Transient in time and everlasting in the mind.
Entwining like memories when both are combined.
It's sulfur dwindling in the center of my eyes,
brimming a protruding valley of lights in the night.
While swirling in the oncoming Helix.

Like the sculpting book I read that said see,
the shape the clay or stone needs to be.
Swirling breeze that evolves through time,
Floating air of the sky between us.