Reach into the cloud 
architecture, almost to the stars.
I lived where they are made
growing up as a kid.
I just wonder what people
are thinking sometimes,
or what happens to ideas
too un evil to endure.
Out there near the edge
the ferocactus has begun to bloom.
I heard once some skaters 
were murdered there.
Today I would only 
take advice from an angel.
She says soon you will grow 
into a beautiful girl.
Soon you will become a planet,
moons and everything.
Sometimes I feel so happy 
I forget I'm going to die,
then I go to the desert 
with just my sticks
and wait for the shaman.
He always comes.
And raises a temple up
from the dirt, to give to my life
a gleam of delirium, that I may 
accept the final results with grace.