rapster

[cacian]

with the rising of the sun
over a sky of tons
line after line horizon spun
middle of the runs space lies hide
I believe I am fun
and with the winding of the light
under a river of clouds
pillows the night
moon rise height
I believe I am out
and with laughter to a mind after
happy to abide
a smile can last anything that pasts
I shall write faster
I tell it
life is what you say it is.