never stop
once one gone
here comes
another
way it has
gotta be
no rest
no reason
for heaven
to be
for me
just more
words to clear
bring home
and polish up
this work
keep diggin'
with the will
underhill spades
nuthin' beats
this siftin'
as if you is
talkin' to
this land
of no writin'
shapes an' places
are really there
out of body
simply findin'
the best
configurations
of the mind
is to travel far
out of station
in the windy
sands of time
daytime kisses
there has to be
moon worship
to the sun
how you call it
don't matter
much to me
just do it
- from London Works
