glahn

it's me
it's me daddy-o!

clap hands to knees and the soles of feet or whatever
cut those cataracts off yr. eyes
(they'll find others don't be concerned)

use those until-recently-wasted-pasty arms
and push yr self to
a standing position
a formidable position

oh, they're still running over to you
oh, the clouds are still running over you

but they're light as to hardly feel em
and you could say it's just yr hair
just hair being brushed back

in
order
to
help
the
eyes

dady-o this shake down is just more plain paint arranged on the shelves