A-shambling through the queue.
Three men (dark-eyed) at th’fire’s edge.
Yah nough, don’t yuh?
I’ve left some leaflets ‘n some booklets.
The steam; the surface.
Climatic clarity! Emergency emergent ‘cross – awash tsunamic – th’sea of consciousness…
Beings who know themselves.
Here – once ‘n ever on a time – amongst the wanderings of wolves…
The crow in the cage cawcackles.
The time hits twelve; the time turns past.
From entropying tea, I gather sleep.
That’s now (then) & here (there), though.
At least, it didn’t cover any words!