i


(relax,i am 59
and i am still
searching..)

ii

just of late
i fancy myself
a teller of tales!

i should look
on the net but
if anything

i have learned
is one learns
through

one´s mistakes..
not much changes
go..


iii

when man sat
by the fire side
long ago..

relating his day
of near scrapes
with sundry

beast to the
****** sun
and ****

there were the
song and
howling rhythm

the quietly crackle
bones were cast
the tale told

the stars bled
man found his
continues

gesticulate
and mighty
pause the

heaven
a sleight
gesture

fear
a known
and unknown

reason or
beyond
a wry

sign
suspense
and the

disbelief
cut
death

the skies
and falling
pause..

the fire
the eye
the nights..