Sensual as my dreams she enters me
with a silent roar pinned between
two amber eyes of dissociative chit
I can feel her constitution her fugue
of dissociation, she is but an echo
of my pulsing memory and heart abode
She is the lioness inside of me
her
roar,
is the pantomimed hope of my
well being and solemn oath of
sanity.
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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The picture appears to be a young male lion who's mane has not quite grown out yet.
Ron