Gyroscopic plains surround
a very spacial void
multilateral matrix impinged upon consciousness

young minds are showing blank mirror of portraits
I see the changes coming
Don't play to loud
I saw some friends
My eyes got by
We talked a lot in rhymes
and sounded out new things

supposing your sitting on a leaf
in a fountain
with rain falling down
and quenching your thirst
 you peared past the sun
with a vision of a girl and she smiles

It's a love scene

Supposing your walking your dog 
thru a love in
with electronic messages scrawled in the air
somebody speaks and you hand them
a flower to the girl with brown
phosphorous hair

It's a love scene there
Supposing your kneeling in a church
on a Wednesday
with a spot on your forehead
and burn on your shorts
you gaze at the ceiling but don't find
the answer so you go and leave
and look for work

It's a love scene