fountain spraying
out the top o'

the torus, the donut of our field of being
first noise

a blurt, I hear an authority say

a wandering mind is an unhappy mind,

brake still, no screech, still
known to wander, as happy as can be,
I dare say,
no.

That is not true,
if you have no debt to any man, save
to love him in common sense's highest
value meaning entangled in love
as a noun formed from a verb said to

make loving possible

I have no direct experience, however in such
mythic knots,
ever,
is my forte, I am
time-wise, timeless on scales of parallel processing

due to digit gitit going threadless
tic-***
touches entangle,
milk o' the word, peace on earth,

we touch
as reader and writer and agree we

read no word we do not mean in each way
as believable to a writer
as to my self,
intentional,
willful, g
rand
dumb
luck.

Wander in the realm of all possible things,
let 'em call ye 'good'
for nothin',

peace maker, heir of his own kingdom.

Wander on, we remain available as words,
with which time is spent
improving the answers,
found on my diamond farm.