imagine

an image in the forms of art or artistry, tapping into the tapes of these tapestries, sinking into the cosmic industry, finding the osmosis in dust I try to see

Page

A pinned inch into an image telling tales of its wonder vintage
a sage in an age where the page in ink was written, the wise were smitten, was it in the crystal skull or the temples where these are hidden

And

And rage and age anger doth blow page undone, so tense the stage, intimidated the fake but for like of fame or latent shame there then thy blame on the telly and materialistic dames but lame so fade the hunger for the late...

found

in this present moment potent breathing lively accents searching during time's rumination for its succulent excellence and bustling vowels and sensual scents have one drooling in the streams of a truth confabulated in eternity. in a breath, just being and clearly seeing all of its meaning.