Hey, How’s It Goin?
Winds are wafting sieze the day sparrows spawning come what may can you feel it in your bones feel the dead of day, the light of night, feel the underpinnings of the overreaching where the thunderous silence vasts the void?
You shall but may to conquor into this day (the e looks funny, leave me to my glorious o and be off with your grammar monkey ways!) and end the flow of sleep to go of shall and will and won’t and not of how and whill and don’t and sought. Escapades forming cannot measure the tidal of wave on its way. There is none but the one there is one but the none. All who seek can never find for it is not to be sought only found. The finder finds and founding flourishes the fodder.
What you cannot know you already know. What is veiled from view is behind door #2. You didn’t think I could keep that up for ever did you? Words smattering around with no sense behind them. Unconscionable.
The way is long the time is now the day draws nigh the edge slips into the forthcoming former. Musical interlude saves the vocal instrument from the tenuously overt. Shades of night cannot be swayed into overlording the bucket of goo. Et tu? No moo! We cannot shoe. There is no glue! Out the rue. It’s time for dew drops hazing over the land of the free and the home of the cave where the deer and the buffalos roam in the antelope’s great silence of land sharing thousands upon thousands of blades of grass with the sun, the mighty sun!
can’t not can do
can’t stop can flew
future past is days of old
time is last
the sage foretold
L&H& voracious mugs,
~ eM