baby boys, will be boys.

odessa - tales of the sun streak

 

gracious glory

tamara sweetness

holy home

and now, and then, almost and sometimes

curved earth upon worlds - collide.

ground:stop pitter-patter

cycles of colour, red and redder.

pure and loose

tinted cyan

mounted on copper

emerald core and colder than liquid nitrogen

 and an energy.

this

fuel for thought, follow the warmth

enchanted, wrapped, spun-up in your radiant truth

timeless space for more

capacity, much of it, so much of it

joy in comprehension

just

inscribed, please, with passion

for serenity 

and with chance for more

we - are

here, present presence pre-sense

free

fool whoever you want, there's only one of Him

stay with the insiders

real

influx - in flux

depth under scrutiny