On a sunny flaming afternoon!

Smoke is clearing around me

The world is twisting with fire

I touch a whale and see it smile

Then the tornado spins in!

Your mind is like a smile

I rise to keep it simple

Sun and moon and wind

Pulls me in deeper then before

Going to the next level

The street changes color

A sweet odors gentle

 

For here to watch the hours

 

Come into pine cones of pleasure

 

Forbid not the curious

 

Nor the cautious.

 

 

Then I learn..

I am a time traveler

It has gotten me beyond 

It seems as if I have made 

Something happening 

By myself a human being

Rarity is an island really

You will find a piece of sky

A form of something

Rising from a valley

To a spot of sactuary 

And I breath 

From living.

Love is in the marshland where the egret is wandering..

Oh the places I might go!

The future!

I have no need for anything that resembles the sky or the earth and air and even thinking anymore thanks to 16 candles..

At last I must go into my hole!

The advise is to challenge you..

When we slow down it seems that time slows down as if heading to zero speed or inertia.

We know this to be true

0+1+1=2

Bill Hole was good at imagining all sorts of things!

Bill Hole was imagining a good life in California..