Memories are slowed My Mind the Sap It's trap Echoes in the moment bounce in mitchondrial dream Reverberations in space, trunk and root My feet in the rappahonack Drifting on the patomac Tripping on block island Sliding down the pyramid Hand prints of the maya Max and john lennon Dave in the box Virginia of the Bronx Virginia of the verse Virginia of the mountain Papa with clams Papa with women Papa with food Papa with wine Papa on the bed Papa in the box Raymond on the street Raymond in the box Francis in the bar Francis in my dream Lucy with her question Lucy with my dream I absorb my moments My roots my senses My trunk my life My leaves my hands My soul my eyes My soul comes and goes as It pleases It visits it's past It gauges it's present It dreams of it's future My seasons as warm long friends calendar a misused amusement My days metronome of life My years a symphony My centuries eternal prayer I breath life on this rock I take d**h in my roots I give back that which belongs to all On the currents of my breath.