how have you been? we seldom pass the other by
but here I have you self contained
in the raiment of your randomness, something tweed.
I must say the feathers in your shadow are remarkable
and they remind me of my own...
though mine are on fire.
are you in haste to a Bacchanal of unparalleled dismay?
or do you always look like that these days?
I would love to have a chat on your island
if you are so inclined.
I would even dream of stealing your moon