All worded up with the whack-attack crack..
running blind like a nightmare, coughing up a black hack
leaking large a live light, rolling rounds around facts
living loud, licking lard- longing long for the rat-sack..

grinding down, giving yards- learning naught but nothing's knack
stretching out, counting shards- becoming tree at cities back.
Expanding sighn, relieving yawn- empowering Earth on urban tracks..

Tri and yewn a loving glue.. becoming patterns and sewing true a forest of an enlightened crew, with cosmic heart and grounded proof.
It is the spell you never knew- a kind of grounded here-now truth..
It sounds the bell before you through, a doorway move right now in groove..

Peace and mud
BigJonMud