The world
wants you to
succeed

It's hard not
to be happy
under the big sky

Brother's and sisters
holding hands
praising

(we pray for your
sons and daughters
mothers and fathers)

everlasting
joy

when new age
glitter wears
off

and you come home to
the house that your father's
father's
father's
father's

(and ancestors lost
in ancient fog)

built, yet
still traced back to that
shining moment

(breaking of the bread
drinking of the cup)

Now I know why
God created sportbikes

enveloped in the warm
grip of her thighs

God bless your precision
R6

and the red flag of Japan
Sacred geometry of corners
our magic trajectory
flows through

(Whisper this; Beautiful trinity of
man
woman
machine)


"Do not rejoice over me, O my enemy;
     when I fall, I shall rise;
when i sit in darkness,
     the Lord will be a light to me."  Micah 7:8