The house moved with the wind. I ate autumn leaves and drank rain. Trees from the forest visited me when the invisible prince ran fluid to the king. When the night came, the wind entered the moon.

Sun from the princess lit up the morning. I was not their child, they said I would become one.
I was not a man, they said, I would never be one.

Part of the sky bent inside my room. When this happened I could not walk. Yet when I tried to fly, I fell under. This place had no time, so when I did things, I did them spontaneously. When I did wrong, they said there was no forgiveness, for I would never forget.

The moon, a golden river. The temple, the stones broken. Eternity they said, already here, and when I was young enough to understand, the windows were no more. Even the sky was in the eyes of a broken fingered spirit. Why is life broken, I asked silently. All the spirit did was hold out the finger and point to me and then to destiny, I held on, and it became straight.

Descriptively wonderful...

Dig it, Jimz. Dig it.

Loving all of this Jimmy

YOU the man,,,jimmy,,,,,cool.