You are dedicated to the fire

So your dear johns are scraps
ready to light a fire
So you say good night
at the closing of a door that marks off a field
So your spinning wheel is a sensor that triggers a reaction
that every time it goes around you are alerted
YOU KNOW YOU ARE IN DANGER AND IN SPITE OF THAT FACT YOU TOW THE DANGEROUS
YOU ARE THE ELECTRIC
YOU ARE THE BOMB
We are the catalyst cringing from it and cowering a damn awful long time knowing it
Smoking grass and losing touch
We wanted to be sifted like a big batch a flour
We are the gunny sacks drifting in a bin of overstock
We are locks of lamb hid drifting in a family week long tow of substance
Our eyes are muddle
Our big sensory shaft glowing in orgasmic effulgence is encumbered by hoards of dribble
Wipe it away sucker
Get off my brow
We drink the wine of fields going down further down
We are the pollenated seeds adrift in particle streams detached
We love the breeze and we love the way the wind feels on our skin
We wanna be free
We want the exigence the nirvana and the loaded reverberations forever
Cause we damn well deserve it
We are the kind child
the Poet sons and daughters
we are the new sex and the new dawn ready to feel
we grow and we always will
I LOVE YOU MY CHILDREN
GROW INSIDE MY WILES