I stole this word-fodder from Adam's set lists. (Thank you, Brother)

I hover on air

a moth

not afraid to slow down

But having gone through chrysalis

I am afraid of capture

Looping the whole time

1 2 3 no escape

I am afraid yours is a quite voice

and a loud chorus

These quiet Sunday mornings

will change soon

we will scratch

I will say come in

You will come in

You will turn on

You will turn off

I can not imagine you 
in auto color

Not now

when you are reds and sepias

and your star eye veins

Now you are painted like a snake

All of you

I want more like you

I want more you

I want more

I want

I want a loud verse

and a quiet chorus

Some time to breath in between

explosions of sound

I want pauses where our entire orchestra goes quiet

a pause for the flutist to catch her breath

a pause for the dancer to stretch her arches off stage

And then again the strings

and then again the wind

Flower of Life

you tremble in perfection

Uncut

a growing thing

I smell you carefully

Polination is followed by death

And and...

sometimes I drop out

or turn Kali

with hungry ghost love

You sing a song

I have never heard before

but sometimes I think
I am an alchemical base 
Can you sing to copper?

day possibility

night terror

night possibility

day terror

Have you seen the aurora?

I imagine it is more beautiful

than I can imagine

more beautiful than a painted snake

I imagine it will be

mystically significant

So what if it just

pretty lights in the sky?

I look at the prism in my window

Hanging where it never

gets enough sun to rainbow