these winds have no chords tonight drifting over a prairie of loneliness knotting oozing thoughts of nostalgia into tumbleweeds of emptiness
weaving darkness follows dusk as incomplete eyes silently search canyon phantasma in moonlit cascade there fairy wisps of fog bank lurch
astride a hairy back enchanted mule rides this only-monkey's whimpering Shh-e, Titania, waits there for you hidden among musk rose whispering
go falling upon thorny-hairy eared cactus as time does stream disjointed desire in this wasteland of a singular tactus caught in swayed affections of heart's briar