This compilation is a series of messages, addressed to you, from the lands lying in the deep recesses of my mind. Some ephemeral wind stirs them up like leaves, every so-often a few reach an open window and cross the barrier between imagination and reality.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

my concern is for loss
of the transcendiary core
so quintessential
my treasured reason is
not at peace with it
here among the drabbest
among sanitary institutions
will a transfromative verdict be reached
by these warm soft tumbling

voices