You Are So Tense, Cos You Are So Tender

You are so tense,  cos you are so tender Deep inside into the melody and structure of your soul which as a sort of translucent musical instrument away to be fine tuned  and there’s no one else that will do  the way you do, you will get the hints, to help you but the final part, of your soul tuning is up to you.. and your body senses and no excuses cos they help in no way and no somebody’s else dullness or smartness  but your own flamboyant self regardless of inexplicably shiny shadows loosing the pace but never in forgiveness to the piety succumbing filth of bloodthirsty altars  so think of millions of lost and found pieces in radiance never to be completed but always on their way to revoke your peaceful saturation  to the one and one, or the other, but never yours sincerely and kindly peaks above peaks with the coldness getting under your skin  chill of hanged love  creeping though hardly breathing  peak above peaks master Kethmandu. I’m the tallest cos there’s rocks and rocks, been thrown my way so I could stand them up and use the newly acquired high... high altitude vocation to do some power and maintenance outspoken turbulence as if ...in life we die Endurance is a golden key which opens many doors are the passages to and from where we will  are meant to or want to some of them are only to be opened and never ever closed but less clearer some of them by being  looked inside and closed forever  and ever to be fueled with the greatest mysteries  that sprouted in a shroomy way hideously laughing round  unfolding themselves, .. to him to his overwhelming feeling of achievement, of real work done by a real mastery right hand in the right sphere  under the lamp post of collisions between  aversion and curiosity.