The Cross, The Star, & The Crescent Moon

Three men (dark-eyed) at th’fire’s edge.

On York’s Waterway

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…

HHhOHff! grrererrrrururr?!

空が話きす.

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!

Rings, tears, ‘n speeches…