Buffalo

Breathe on me my buffalo
Your eye warms to a warning
of a death without words

I am here
Laughter swallowing cups of pride
Inside it paints me
With the visions I love
For the future tributes
A tome sunny green

Breathe on me my buffalo
Your eye warms to a warning
of a death without words
I am here
Laughter swallowing cups of pride
Inside it paints me
With the visions I love
For the future tributes
A tome sunny green

The buffalo from buffalo
who are buffaloed by the buffalo
from buffalo
Buffalo are the buffalo from buffalo

And all's above lay
Pay tribute to the future death
of our tome Sunny green.