Set Sail the Prairie

Just one fundamental notion of the sun…
Just one notion fundamental to our blood
We’re all perfect, lost in our ways
Find a hole in the ground and fall
Through to the stars
Look at my skin it smiles for you
The color of absent minds worn through
In moments past, fragments of a
Recollection, an utterance
Show mercy to those who act in ignorace
For the simple fact that you too are ignorant
We’re all lost, floating about (in space)
Without the love that painted the
Scene, drew everything
All of our being (all-ways)