the green thread

awake and walking along the green string.
As my confusion grows
my panorama shows
green rows of threads
hardly reflecting the head
god fills your heart
god fills your thoughts

Awake and dreaming with green in my head
the brahmin knows of dread,
the spaces of the head
and how confusion begins
with misconstrued meaning
shiva pulls your strings
shiva dances with all

tap tapping and dancing along ribons of green
my shoes knows the pavement,
but I am not afraid to leave,
I can float upon the air
you are god, the god
God damn you who do not know

Worm wood

Hmm, interesting.

I liked it.