Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams...

Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams...

I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language.