Month: May 2017

Enveloped in spaciousness, my perception

Changes with each passing clue. I am awed

By my opaqueness to what I have to do.

Dreams descend upon me, opening worlds

I never knew. What a treat. Sinking to.

The path is there for me times so few.

Carrying a cover over gliding sheets of blue,

I cut a deal with infinity, an institution into

Sending scurrying in wanderlust all the

Innocent babes anew. Shall I jump, oh, shall

I? Cast a blind eye on relapses of golden

Memories.