The world is upside down

No one complain about the pain of getting hair where? Underground.

The air feels neat upon my feet and head is clean as dust.

Would we meet upon the street or under a flare in only underwear?

It’s never fleet so don’t compete in practiced paces and untied shoe laces.

Coming round the bend with songs as a banner

callin’ in souls with winds for our matters.

Beware, the clouds, the mist it’s descended

a calling. It’s from within

anew anew get started in the muddle hearted.

🎀

With thanks to, Mark Smith Photography for the eagle and the above turn photo credit to r/wildlifephotography,… caught mid maneuver, it’s called whiffling.

Thanks for being here. I wouldn’t be here without you.

❤️