Torn up; a Light, in London.

The dark night city, a Sunshine Daydream.

Magic Man

I was apparently enough, these days.

I
Divination
grazing and
Forever Now
Where
I pay next

Come draped
from around that tree
Katsura named
The rain has fallen so black and white
Round cream magnolias
Dripping dew drops
My black felt brim
I open to all
My own two hands

I will grow my hair long
Thinner at the top

These days
I hide out
I watch a new high
Youth
culture
movement

I play guitar
Rent a car and
Tell a little lie
They are the white
alright kind

Darkness to light
The truth is not
No light
These words mean nothing
Shoulder our world
By breathing
Flash up
Believe
Bye Love