talkin' 'bout a revolution

it will be a cosmic landing and everything will change. grass will turn cold and bent in the wind. on a rock, a lizard, although it will be night. sexual revolution and a deep breath into the space, that's how it will happen, greenness in the middle of the night, aurora at the time of summer solstice, above the heads of dreaming cows. dew on our hands and the smell of skin. people who hurt us will be far away.