Would you follow me
-but you can’t-
as I go sweat
as I go quest for another vision
though nothing is granted
but the hot desert heat

I am a dreamer
dreaming up songs
and words
and chants
and prayers
travelling troughout the night

At the other end of the night
lies healing
just like the pollen
in the heart of the corn blossom
with the right chant
and the painting of a story