RYAN DRAG

in the misty dark / walk to slave for an imaginary god of rent / and we all labor and are in disguise/ no person to weep, we are fed / should be happy with that / but, why do we still need? / the clever leper sings, blue water clear / i dance on balloons / we chop trees / for a boat to carry us into space / unharmed/ full of memories / blind with survival / breathing newness, to exude passions of light onto the / eardrums of nothing monks