Entering thoughts of maddening delight! Expressions dawn a mask of frenzied envious zeal. What is this appeal? Words flowing off these tips, mind/heart grasping as speedily as tapping goes the inspiration flows.
Where it begins, stops or slows I do not know, I only allow this excited flow. Divination in trees blowing in breezes dictated by Father Sun's sneezes. Mamma Earth chuckles and subsides into the wise nature of her covered grace. She dances so heartily in space.
Tired eyes drooping, mind a racing, the future holds unknown secrets tempting to the beating heart keening. Let light slip past the whip, initial degradation of initial slip and be gone from harm's embrace as it serves no place. Time is of inconsequential beats, dripping into puddles weighing on the fabric of reality, slipping past to future naturally.
Tired eyes now sinking mind numbing words fleeting, a restful repose awaits those dreaming.
