He’s been shredded like nothing we’ve quite ever seen
With his bohemian head of long, brown as a cracked branch hair split at these manic seams – when shall it all begin to make some kind of sense and dance again
Seemingly never say when
He’s Mother Nature’s all too handsome creation, albeit blowing so dangerously amidst the fiercely unknowing winds of sickeningly unparalleled time
It just will not let him appear as he was born to absolutely be
Until, that is