Then a Black Cloud Forms From Our Mind Disease
And We End Up Carrying Someone Else’s Heart Home
And a Lonely Tree Listens to the Wind’s Poem
So We Squeezed Out the Last Sweet Drops While We Could
But We Were All Born Good…
Together Our Bodies Conjugate Sacred Mysteries
How We Tried to Live Like the Animals (and Killed the Sun)
Introducing: Emcee C.M., Master of None
Morning Drawing Residency 