Half past two is now midnight meanderingMusic played on drum or flute.Gone the ribald intimations thatDancing or prancing doesn't suit.The barefoot ta..
See you an odd insanity, a treeproud solitary yet clan grown near..such silence in its meaningfickle fingers arched in crazedcatastrophe: storms, gree..
looking for wings to fly me through night dark clouds ...looking for dreams to take me starwards, glistening ...searching for words that speak my secr..
Here in the midst of helter skelterthe climbing up, the sliding down:I think of you..of the sultry searolling its eyes,exposing its flagship lure, its..