country road; rual route one

country roads and post-apoclaytic smokescapes.

i want to step up through the air to the tops of all the flowers,
and walk my wispy feet across the tops straight through the air.
it's so much cooler and so much better, and i feel so alive.
i pluck the sun from the sky and hold it's passion in my palm,
waiting for some saint to call out that it needs to be put back in its place.
and with the sun sitting steady in a sweaty shaking palm,
the fields feel much freer and the rivers flow so strong.
they twist and turn and break and shake until they're snakes across the deltas.
i take shelter in the mighty oaks that grow so far from here.
i want to step up to the flowers and feel the petals plush under toe.
i want to hold the sun, and snake like rivers.
oh, how my mind will blow!