my brother Mike, a hot wet,
Jungle all around him, lost in a sea of green,
my helicopter roaring silently
my helicopter roaring silently
my helicopter roaring silently
on top of the mass of green-
(the only ones saved someone from the jungle the day before-)
said, my captain, captain of the army,
, we had to organize this helicopter drop off my
in his last known location,:
in this sea of green, the jungle
in this sea of green, the jungle
in this sea of green, the Jungle:
below me, with its suburban green foliage
with so many shades of green
below me, in this sea of green,
without the streets, stop lights
just bugs, green and weed.
Mike, I thought:
where you can be
, where he is,
, where he can not ...
deep in the sea of green,
in the deep sea-green below me:
the ground beneath me, brown spots
brown spots, eh, where can he be?
in this sea of green, the jungle,
in this sea of green, the jungle,
below me, and I noticed this early in the morning,
light exiting the eye out of a helicopter,
put out her eyes, way, way
outside of the eye ...
rotary motion over my head
as a guard jumping, swinging
"leap," says the voice,
"we will pick up later ."
through the blue ski fall,
through the blue sky, falling, falling, falling,
fall, and fall to the hot planet below,
I almost feel like an angel falling to earth,
falls on this sea green, the jungle.
fall, and fall down to the hot planet,
then press the soil, insects hop back and forth,
hit the ground, the insects are hard at work,
with the heavy burden of green on the back,
with a heavy green cargo (see frogs
in the leaves, hides big as your head,
into the sea of green, this jungle,
between my legs, fingers, boots,
ants March, March with their loads
like little trained soldiers.
I have a speaker horn type
and some other equipment, food,
will have to do the last few days.
I say, "Sergeant," to rise,
helicopter will be back in one day,
is available, to save me.
I Search fields,
I searched the ground,
this sea green, these hot, humid jungle,
with a heavy green toads, ants with a heavy load:
thinking, thinking, thought is,
that could be i. .. Then suddenly,
my thoughts, thinking, stopped,
there exists
there, right there,
there, there,
I see him resting from the heat
under a large tree, in this sea of green,
in the green sea, this Jungle:
bushes on either side of him,
eating something.
# 2170 01/25/2008 (Dedicated to Mike Siluk)
Notes: the song "Helicopter of the Jungle": Here is a new song from the dream, many lines repeated to incorporate tone motif and the first thought for the production of and sensitivity texture (grain or want) the song-san. I do not claim that this "first thought, best thought", a song that is not the idea behind this song, and even a spontaneous insight, he thinks, not sure if he has any insight, other than a psychological message to me, and if so to is probably my fear and my brother is in some sort of mental turmoil (and this in itself is a good assumption for the reader to look at, because dreams are often made up of fears, desires and wishes, and messages from the Lord, and some nightmares come directly from his opponent). What is this song really, or so I think, is a sequence of thought is not particularly in any solid form, it is more than the natural form, considerate set course.
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