Gemini in seasonable evening, serenely swirling in Septemberous ferris wheels reeling in the vast domain of lonesome leviathans and witch-fires; nowhere bound in the boundless fecundity [ the feral joys of creation... ] twins meander in gravity's well of souls, swollen with unknowns and proteins; golden rods in pointless foam brewing the elixir vitae in the Dippers cup. the Milky Way, a wayward gush from an ancient Mother Goddess, plump and shameless, pumping teats to nurse worlds infused with divine rays of gamma and x... why set dark apart from firmament burning spheres?
dragons must clutch eggs in the void as much as fork tongue white dwarfs. of course, the Source unfolds as Love does. it's purpose, in thrall of fearless veracity, spinning yarns for glad garments to clothe the naked dread of such fearful symmetries as roam the wild delights of the infinite meringue.
the Pi on the window sill, tempting the circular frame of reference to square with the sublime Will. another Fibonacci in your bedpost, to better hobnob with broomsticks. everything annihilates hatred. from within, we sojourn to sovereign super-continents of opulent peace. profound realities surge serpentine with Meaning. we are outdone on the inside by small minds and farcical hearts.