EMERGE
As I go under
it yearns I burst above.
The steadfaststoicism of my and her love
in the veld. Felt.
Emotion = energy in motion (credit Michael Brown)
amergis eyelakes of a srendipitous sunbake
meow not caring, just careing…
Look here, its their turn – me andhers –
their, those peeps – them, their…yearn., yarn. Their yarn to spin –
when kingfisher, globetrotter, indicator species of pristine riverlands…
scratches its headkop, and laughs,
“blykbaar, blinkblaar, klaarblyklik, moontlik; blykblink, klaarblinklik, mantlek…”
you feel yourself, it, them, drifting down a genteel maelstrom, rainbull galloping, mamokebe watermesie gathering
the fold of moon, ensconced in a silver spoonky house.
So, we are underwater now, subterraneoun, yeah, n chapter toop, handwritten, shall be go-ood timez.
Here,
The writings on the typewritten waterwall, quick drawl with pencall crayon,
zorroing the caveman, quickstrokes no no jokes…you, me, the okes?
Bicycle spokes?
Phew, this is a lank poeh, I hoop my 27th century attention span can han…dle…
Y.e.t. Yeti, Mowgli, Nxau, and son…bushman…and we live in the twilight of the People of the Eldar,
and since they themsel – elves reflectedrefracted backforward to the event horizon of fundamental rythmn…
Give him a moment, he’ll be with you now…
Behold, lightning struck soundly, the light that illuminates forever, and Dennis Doringtrekker, keeper of the records, edicts, odes, limericks, geckos, pumps and axe-hoes, banjos; no shows, and silence – =dived headlong into the eyes of a mermaid, Tocadiscadostra, whereat the wave he had gazed upon upon a sundee recent, swallowed him gumptionly as has been intended perhaps, laps, + … . My name is your name is Dennis Doringkie I’vealotasay, if u wanna ma nommer u can have it maar your way!
Can you see what I’m joyously enmeshed in, coach?
Oh yessss,sorry what? Oh, yah, I can, sunslowohmanwoman.
We speak the language of Intent, shshhhe callz it…
Everse!
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