digging

Still Digging
2-10-19

Under Unger and Palaeontologists
Another similar belief makes it's way to the scene
Digging fossil sloths just as well and another archive of mood swings
Continuity has its saying
Yes to the Lemon in the water glass
Playing with contradistinction
As if it were something new of gradual modification
Sometimes I don't know why I even go there
To be among Aulstralian flora wording through it today for hypothesis unproven
Still rambling convictions chiefly grounded in short sentences such as these
For greater is the glory-beagle as naturalist.....





Saving The Next Dance In Ben-Martu
2-11-19

Not all puffery do we see here
Even as I have been read the same
All chanced blown for dancer highflown
We are not alone as it pays you back with some conservation
Alive with fiery breath
How can this be but to write of it
And learn to love it as to surround its fissure with music
And between notes brief silence
Between states of matter too much confusion
But it works for me around the clock and inevitable
All notions of time but an illusion
Remember to pray that maybe they are meant to be
Outside in the distance to lion roads to make the paint.....






Perishing (Innocent)
2-11-19

As to fear for my flesh holding it near
As to toil and thresh for wolves howling as a soon full moon
Fearing for Spirit even more sooner that I had preferred
Let it snow
We have nowhere we need go
All for Azag-Thoth
I have fallen in some regard affections in eleven other directions
If I can take up Lovecraft
I see no harm in the Pearl of Great Price
One thousand one, one thousand two
O, radishing
It's all I know as to formulate
Don't take it for granted
They come around for a reason
When Jesus is in season
In solitary ceremonies in the hills of Zonei
And our attributes....






On Job 4:5
2-11-19

Don't sweat the miniscule and please perspire not at gradeschool Kakamau Selah
And Ganzir jaws of ancient ones as a broken line provides to recite our incantations
In a manner prescribed but what for but to befriend ones whole today
I play them all
May the gods be ever merciful
Gods of seven settle in ceremony and satire
O, strive ever onward where it lasts
For the origin as to but derive as being innocence himself
Plow and reap the same all to recharge my lovelight
Now it cometh upon thee
Try again tomorrow as thou that faint touches thee
And thou art troubled.....