There is so much to see, I was a beautiful island in the tropic minds of the ancients. He was no mind but ours, we used the board to tell him off for hours… And suit this for our needs, we did!
And to the other that may see… And to the day’s march, tranquillity!
Burning crystal, body, mind, and stem!
Who is the question that we seek but the crazed eyes that watch us from above…? What bell tolls for the dead and for the ‘live?
To what measure must I cross to watch the lost paths taken by mine delusional eyes, which soar above the belts of reason and beyond…!
Days forever, sing in lament! Drowning the thought in purest waters, crystalline and sheen! Graphite stabbing the heart of the tongues’ burden, though under no-one’s time…
Fluid thought rains through my head like methanol mists seeping within the bells of time and space, wherein life cannot be far…
Seeing the marks which Kafka traced upon the golden stair… which beauty could ne’er endure the thought that things may be better than it…!
Fare ho, fare ho… The horizon passes gently away with the breeze whisking it away in lusty foams…