Random writing days of elevated musical praise, these joys emanate, ripple and elaborate on nothingness and meaningless garble.
The pleasures of folly making me jolly, no rhyme or reason just a name.
Drifting along these winds, clouds moving and forming, formless voice echoing...
Prose that praise the promenade, words lifting off the tongue and dripping back down into this sea of wordless heartfelt devotion.
Awakening the deeper fields and plains within me, dancing around a fire singing ancestry.
A drum centred focus pangs and the rattle shifts reality. Elaborate ways on display, wavy airy lines, the ways of the ancestors spiraling back to modern day.
We are not lost.
