Oh How the Wind Blows

Oh, how the wind blows

My, how've things changed since we were lost in each other. Baby, I'm a man now. I've seen bars of many kinds. I've seen war. I've seen death. I've seen darkness. I've seen, I've seen, I've seen the light baby, the light, bright and almost hyper; it seemed so unreal. Oh, but how badly I want to see you again, my little preponderous plague, my thoughts strenuously carry you.

Remember when we.. And how we... Oh, sweetie, you use to...

Where did it all go? Point is: it's all gone, traces floating gently via the mind's wind, exchanging drifts of breezes; it passes Jonathan, swiftly, through each delicate hand.

I remember, I remember those cold-hearted, paranoid philosophers told me what you were, when I laid in those hot, dusty trenches, dry-mouthed, sizzling cold, underneath the sun; God had his magnifying glass upon us those days, laughing as he wouldn't even allow his hottest piss to porously permeate us, washing away, washing away my very thoughts, my very thoughts mija, my very thoughts of you; you, who were there for me.

Mother who have you created? They tried to kill me all of my life. Many cajolingly looked at me with the devil's deepest interest, attempting to subjugate my soul, to finally sack and subdue me. I'm a man.

Gently floating upon each wave the catalyst breeze, passes upon itself the thought of you; you brought me through. Whirling, spiraling, waves of wind, winding and turning; it's becoming thunderous baby, wild and violent. Oh, here it comes, coming, coming all over, all over our world, waning wonders erupting wildly mija.

Did you feel that?

The jazz begins to play again, Artie Shaw on the clarinet. Dance drunkenly mija, dance my little bottle of wine. You look like a ceramic vase, currently in creation, one about to crack, into little craters, craters about to shatter, shatter as each one has broken my heart; finally you all have captured me. Each concubine has made her impression upon me, tattooing her sneering existence into the flesh of my life. But thank you and thank you as well. I've grown so much and have learned so, so, so...

Oh, how the wind blows...