My Journey through the aethtera..
There may be stories
telling thems elves;
thar may be sōm sounds
in beautiful espaço..
-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
traveling hither through
to you, my love
and we go..