Roll Up For Some Free Beauty

Woman is more woman as our women claim the clock

Clock is more clock as our time claims the wise

Wise is more brave as our courage paints the lines

Lines are more lined with the grooves of sublime

Sublime is the memory on a map of discovery

Painted all for free on the faces of survival.

Man is more man as our men claim the clock

Clock is more clock as our time claims the wise

Wise is more brave as our courage paints the lines

Lines are more lined with the grooves of sublime

Sublime is the memory on a map of discovery

Painted all for free on the faces of survival.

They are more self as the self claims the clock

Clock is more clock as their time claims the wise

Wise is more brave as our courage paints the lines

Lines are more lined with the grooves of sublime

Sublime is the memory on a map of discovery

Painted all for free on the faces of survival.

We - the walking clocks

The hour Glass

The ticking obelisk

In a sundial smile

Astronomical time…

Those shooting stars from the corner of eyes

Leap out on the softening sky

Of beautiful faces

And need not hide

And need not bide

In the neon bully gods

Who thieve of the truth.

Sublime is the memory on a map of discovery

Painted all for free on the faces of Survival.