In need to feel more than mere words poets press continue reading...
My Poems here are a common red blood bind horizon heeding from blank to grey.
Tips are starlit as the most bold ink-lined beautiful formation of space & time. Seems bizzare, un-limited falsificated classical old blue ink evaporated with digital evolution.
Not aware of its-elf ~ existence is sinking deep into my tactile fingerprint cushions Once I see guidelines there's no hook to be made out of necessity. I add and add ad infinutum and all I see is Home.