a place of pure chance..

when the angels took me to Venus finally i met her in palaces in skies above skies. she was crying tears of gold asking God "may you please sing a new song?" and so it was,  there in the secret most Holy place we began..


ode to the keepers..

what was it that could turn the force of Pluto? from his destructive pose, to one of the exact opposite? the forces of nature inside you from languish to vigilance from storm to calm.  were the keepers poised for annihilation? or was it that they could feel the vibration of eternal life. i choose the … Continue reading ode to the keepers..

Well Go Ahead Then, Make Some Clouds.

Cyborg sun in the palm of your hands the heavenly bodies  racked and placed on new cycles world energy machine head waters rivers streams oceans laughter and i never left. and never will. i live....everywhere well go ahead then, make some clouds world energy machine swallows things takes long rests in dark reaches fires out … Continue reading Well Go Ahead Then, Make Some Clouds.