Crossandra

Thomas Phipps

They are regaining their memory of source,
They’ll know it’s me the moment I show up,
But I don’t believe in politics, Francis.
It is there that it is always equally enraptured,
Two souls with but a single thought,
You are clearly connected. Good for you.
Great music is a physical storm,
And that, is why I won’t do two shows a night anymore.
I’d like to impregnate her with a warm smile,
Within a naturalized architectural history and criticism.
You’re comin’ for him in his worst nightmares,
I collect experiences, stir them in myself,
Have you ever met my sister?
Make no mistake, we are headed for great places,
Looking around the lamp-lit garden of Prem Nivas,
They are fighting to claim what we once stole from them.