Astral transmission do you read me, the doors are open it is time to go, do not tell anyone I am going, for really they will never know, that a rainbow landed at my feet, the colors of the cosmos curved for speedworthy travel. There will never be a wall again no dividers to heaven no call to earth to say I am safe I will be one of the stars with no name, you see me everywhere we are all too common and mostly ignored.
Tag: Boc Hondo & The Outcasts
Dust Returns
Ashes for sale different grades & classification, but dust returns in the fluted conduits of time, to be part of the furniture or shot to the sky because there is more to us than our passing but we haven’t arrived at the station..