For an Empath times were frosty! Cider draped in Sugar black,
Whilst through Enki's summit, I surely plummet yet I always had your back,
That day we graced the garden, Edgar said we weren't alone,
And with Timeline Fayre, my Alice hare,
His Lordship did atone!
Excuse my prose, but like your nose, it didn't bode too well.
And now suggestion, upon reflection my flooded spirit I can tell...
All your works, your loving shirks, I have now set you all free!
I must disparrage engine and carriage so you can no longer bother me.
When has anyone scurried magnetron and taken time to teach,
Earth's biggest Heart & Mind, my Angel kind, now makes waves and just in reach

Been difficult to Let Her Go, as Aspy serves in colours,
Images and Symmetries of a Spirit like no other.
Losing marbles it's a Ray that garbles, incoming trajectory,
Jumping timelines, Butterfly Effect it also serves the Entropy!
Whilst memories dance I take a glance at what Delilah did for me.
Beginning dynamic, falsehoods trajick, Earl Greys my cup of tea.
Yet it was a breeze, with surprising ease to fly them all round Orbit!
You may have seen, big TV screen, if not my Angels scored it.
I'm on the fence, without pretence, as the Chief is very taxing,
And that's the Chief of Angels, for anybody not worth catching.
You see my Lovers, Earths like no other, you could see why they stole Royalty,
And I promise thee, on bended knee, they fly in and out with Loyalty.
I've been tripping ****!...for days and weeks, and finally this psychosis,
Was for God's plan, and your best-man, a Sensei I now know this.
I'm late! I'm late for an important date! But I may as well stick around,
Cos time & space does sure placate when Alice makes a sound.
Times a healer, memory peeler, and c**ting mash potato,
For me I lost so we could all gain a Heartfelt all in Escrow.
Take it easy, mrs ****** you've eaten all your  nestlé
I'm sure you'll find my Angel kind, makes you 1st Officer Flyin' Airway
I'm through the pain to remain insane, and loved you with one glance,
Now Ray conveys, tetrahedral array and his finer Quadratic dance

Stoking quill fires in my oyster magnetron
is all the rage, all the white page -
at its bully pulprint. Gavels singing in the maelstrom
of our misbegotten promenades.
Joking as daffodils pollenate my grief’s migration.
enthrall of a Pagan blot on Night’s plague
as If silly wisdom Drifts!
With Hammers ringing in tandem
to pause at a place that propagates.
A Dead Lift.
Perhaps too brightly.
with Harlequins?  

And navel-gazing.

too U
and Knot
This.