In the Aloneness of Wit

adventures in wit

In the Aloneness of Wit

Red crimson plains

imagination sifting breath

vast, oceanic, calling 

silence a new breed

i am here among crossed frontiers

shadows engulfing universes

yet i live on wits alone.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

a mouthful galore and yes I agree!

regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some of us, that is all we seem to have---but thank god for wit and humor...it carries us through.

j.