I am a button-up-shirt-with-sleeves-rolled-back-and-tucked-into-
These hipster red shoes intrinsically made, manufactured by
emboldened by mirror.
I am under the valley firmament at Coachella where
on the ground
loose & flowing, & earth tones are in vogue.
But I'm only a sentimental hippie. Born in '84.
Still eat apples, not spiritual advancement. Though
the flower children's cyclical sons & daughters
have gained infinite pose, are very pretty, are super cool;
The key to construction door.
Now I must learn to be beautiful,
that the elephant is relativity. Godhead
rests on our shoulders. We grow the story. We focus it.
It is not virtual, it's grace.