Let the Music Move

Oozing borders bleed in the wash
life blood baby child
you let the music move you
in the dark, quiet amber, healing
A projection show but perfect
soft and slow not wicked
blue lights and pictures
manifold wants, desires
to be open, to be

Every lizard in the king’s palace
Every lizard in the king’s hand

I found the pure white stitches
are looking worthwhile
And the golden pages

This is a direct transfer
From heart + mind to
Paper, eyes
There are no feelings
All dreams and wishes
tarot cards,
No divination

You let the music move you
Now let you the music move