come, let usmeet again
and
rest
between gusts
of karmic storms
h i
w i l ng us through
r
this time around
we who see centuries
behind subtle )direct( glances
within nuanced phrase
and recycled archaic wisdom
in children of Indigo
young crones and old men
crossing d i m e n s i o n a l planes
electrons and optical cable,
light transmitting light
around what planet
we know in our
present
reality.
...with apologies to Candy Dolfer.