this interactive abbreviation,
into the Most Mysterious complexities.
the Me, Myself of yourself, warrants,
demands slow inroads,
careful wording,
the clarity of unreasonable seasonal change,
as end of summer here hints unsubtly of
Major changes yet to come,
too soon, too early but soon
enough is the inevitability,
for you poetry hides nothing,
there is passion tempest that
releases lava flows, tossing,
skyward hot ashes of possibility,
your expertise is passionate devotion,
into the greatest of human mysteries,
of which, it is written, the lines of
its formation have etched curiosity
upon your figurative face, and this
scrip, writ, expressively and expressly,
even expertly, shall be our privy to
no one else, but we explorers...
need not say more, but your high
sense of intriguing, begs me to
offer me the opportunity to offer you,
the inviting risk, of ask me anything,
and you shall be received...welcomed
6:27am here, the sun is gentle climbing,
and the first poem of this day completed,
and instantly, released, and given solely,
to moi, to Me, by Me, for you...
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
this interactive abbreviation,
into the Most Mysterious complexities.
the Me, Myself of yourself, warrants,
demands slow inroads,
careful wording,
the clarity of unreasonable seasonal change,
as end of summer here hints unsubtly of
Major changes yet to come,
too soon, too early but soon
enough is the inevitability,
for you poetry hides nothing,
there is passion tempest that
releases lava flows, tossing,
skyward hot ashes of possibility,
your expertise is passionate devotion,
into the greatest of human mysteries,
of which, it is written, the lines of
its formation have etched curiosity
upon your figurative face, and this
scrip, writ, expressively and expressly,
even expertly, shall be our privy to
no one else, but we explorers...
need not say more, but your high
sense of intriguing, begs me to
offer me the opportunity to offer you,
the inviting risk, of ask me anything,
and you shall be received...welcomed
6:27am here, the sun is gentle climbing,
and the first poem of this day completed,
and instantly, released, and given solely,
to moi, to Me, by Me, for you...
