I am a button-up-shirt-with-sleeves-rolled-back-and-tucked-into-
slim-fit-denim frog.
These hipster red shoes intrinsically made, manufactured by
                                                                          swagger,
emboldened by mirror.

I am under the valley firmament at Coachella where
on the ground
loose & flowing, & earth tones are in vogue.
But I'm only a sentimental hippie.  Born in '84.
 
Still eat apples, not spiritual advancement.  Though
the flower children's cyclical sons & daughters
have gained infinite pose, are very pretty, are super cool;
The key to construction door.
 
Now I must learn to be beautiful,
that the elephant is relativity.  Godhead
rests on our shoulders.  We grow the story.  We focus it. 
It is not virtual, it's grace.