I wandered into a quiet place with the tall grass all I could see

Won’t you lay hands on me?

Withered down to smithereens with mottled rains tanning untouched auras

Banshee scream lifting up the sky

Cinnamon love in high morning

I’m looking for gold in the valley of the gods

Last palms open with sweet breath fever

By the night it’ll be distant futures with hearts of diamond dappled blue.