lofty eyes...

the life of all rhythm comes from wonder....the underbelly of stance is no matter..foothold is not a step in any direction...it, plants...slipping away, as if to sketch your feelings on pavement is a method to skate into tomorrow...waltz, a force of pattern...why not surf in directions that curve?  a new dance has you...thinking...wondering...the air is different and takes the eye of the clouds to bless your vision...these love lost steps.....into a new rhythm....