“More to see! The child who eats the twisting treat; the gull who rides the unseen surf.”
In confinement – self ‘n solitary –
there sits a child.
“The cosmos, then, was chaos…”
Is masked th’moon’s cratered plight beyond the wisp-white atmosphere.
Two streams of consciousness.
A dragon’s hide.
Image credit – Japan Objects
O’er th’aural landscape rest the guiding waves.
How do you spell music?
The same big band, the same man’s voice.
Nobody has ever come to the conclusion that The Beatles are overrated through the process of actually listening to their albums, reading about their work, lives, and the context surrounding it all, and generating an understanding of the topic.