The Virile Violin

"What is this strange place we find ourselves in Trapped in the open, we are free within” __________________________ Stars shine in the milky way, weaving a matrix of how you say it moving your tongue, I watch through the lips In the ocean bay, dawn lifts the night leading our eyes to the mystic sight The little cones reveal, raising bowls Yellow, red, and green scents for our soul Birds feeding their young The day unfolds in its own matrix Your tapping fingers, the hashish  the virile violin playing Debris of Ukraine nonetheless April 5, 2022