I Live On Purple Flowers I Am A Saint Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

My physical status has overwhelmingly contrastrated relevanc

im chossing a starr

a sort of taylor on which i wipe my nose

everpresent physical form not responding to time dimensions

a tree with branches

oh my soul i know your home is a tropical hammock

in Galapagos

oh the breeze
oh my goddess dosent rule



which gives me rock status

My spirit is transcending to a restaurant friends night out

JUst a perfect daytime activity meant to promate unity


and perception of oysters

waves

leser relative importance