This is..

My Journey through the aethtera..

There may be stories

telling thems elves;

thar may be sōm sounds

ringing through

in beautiful espaço..

and always

always

dancing still,

in movement.

spinning

is fun.

-poetic stuff is always just in jest-

Les sérieux, Take a rest!

words, no words, symbolic of no thing

a farinn gaze

is so fo, Far Out!

rolling in grass and drawing in stars

’til they touch the nosetip [from Jasper to Mars] like keen snowflake-bits dripping nebulæ curls spiralways to rest

in black-holed eyes wreathed of colour n’er seen

i am

traveling hither through

to you, my love

and we go..

-sabell