I exist no more, I exists just as little as that which has never been, everything that exists has been in the next moment, belonging to the present, however unimportant as it may be, is superior to something important belonging to the past
Interests I am as far removed from my ancestral sod, I acknowledge my status as a journeyman, inappropriate disguise, odd habits out of sync with sideral time. I live in zen time as the turning of the seasons gain in constancy, stars wax strong and the sun increases its might, in a remote province no I am the first words of an argument.
I kneel on dandelion carpets and weave lilacs between her rose and purple iris, I assume avuncular circumspect on her horizon. Her sky sucks rain that swallows my smoldering sun. Tasmanian blue gum shadows sit restless in the river’s bend. Ornithes Areioi...