Voila! The Following is a brief snippet of a stream of consciousness; Recalling a fragmented Dream. I already hear in so much as my 👂 are tuned to the heavenly chorus not Without the whistle & brush of corporeal horrors & howling Wergs wagging their tongues while sprinting Coyotes Beg for a field Of Thunder planes For Rest 🌲.
A theatrical Dissection of Romantic Prospects. An auburn Lass with propelling streaks; Bangles; Thin Silhouette: Yet carrying Heaving Angles of opinion. The Screen projects as we speak from high daunting city tower peaks to Sullen creeks by Park & sweet tongued agents masquerading tooth 🦷 decay. What is there to say? If you must break the echo of Silence. The chorus of Crickets & symphony of sweeping leaves; Swaying bells & tumbling proposals. Is it you, yet again?
