Pluramon So
see you in mess and manyness
I m going out and will be coming back
you´ll see, I´ll see you
and treat to a dream for free
beauty is a a mess and we´ll never be through
see you, feet in flight fitting no image
colouring all sounds, serious sunlight
and there is plenty we can doand see morning air there´s always more
momets true, all formats of love
suffering from madness, in you, see you
and seeing you is all I want to do
red mornings blue afternoons
pink coronal clouds, you see, all sunfests
you say: put on your purple shoes
and hit the magic trail and dance them all
eyes becoming purple, too.
you dream upon your dreams so huge and incomplete
crowns of white laughter
where no size matters, no images fit.
rubbing enormous fabrics
fuzzing find from energy,
eternally, a ceremony, so free
you see, in mess and manyness i´m going out
and will be coming back
and treat you to a dream for free
forever searching, women alone
ruins in the Rhineland, eating the eye ,
drifting closer far away
beauty is a mess and we´ll never be through
