Tildas
Tim Presley
A little voice is loose again
Its cage is waving flags that rots the insides
You'll find your own
Sense
Of living
With hope that we are inclined
So help us all
Be in the moment
And it carries us
Home
Not lucifers poem
So wait, it could take a minute
I'll lived on the breaking side of hope
Bent back and stoned
Home
And all places all unknown
You're happy when you spin
Around
And animals you've found
Answer baluba's call
The side walking dead
That have become my friends
I prе-sent
To you
And there's your glass of milk
And if thеy give you too little
Send it back
