inside of plumbless skies sits a feeling, an abode,
even a boat for the ravine; an attraction, soothing at seconds, crueler at
moments; the spirit is boating, beseeching invisibility, the fields are bosky
with thoughts, trees, and figuration—as brought by dreams, greensward images,
inly and the execution; to fathom reptiles, to become antiquity, to possess a
dinosaur’s resemblance.
the mage is at her seat. the dream is at its
understanding—something is moving, but movement is imperceptible.
into a mind-mead, the plash of essence, so aware of
the falling feelings; to need for excellence, to discover perfection, as it
appears is dreams.
given opera at a late exchange.
given skills for many trained for esoteria, about set
to ignore esoteria. so star-crossed (ill-fated), a juggling thespian, better, a
crosswise theologian.
the furthest trail was unsuited for beginnings. maya
was auditioning. more thunder was expected.
thief and temple.
