(I’m rolling  ___falling inside myself
so help my never asking what is true)
i won’t answer you my precious heart
  if a thousand years hurt you

i can make some wine without grapes
  …i was standing there \waiting for
you/
      HOW LONG?
      HOW LONG?

AND SOME say the time it takes a sea
to turn dark it never the point ____

HOW LONG OH HOW LONG UNTIL THE POINT
OF NO RETURN?    See  your brother —
he says he needs you — your mother says
she loves you and how far how far TOO
the Point of No Return?

Today inside Bermuda depth i saw the truth
and all the Sun, Mother, and YOU — your
brothers showing how far to the point of
no Return.  

we rose inside deepest depths soaring
ever higher/my heart flew too high\&
though i ate time/depleted illusion\
i flew too high and still i am the mad
man____carry on wayward Souls of Poetry |
  we are the wise men and shouldered in
magic potion i say:  Carry ON Away
Sons and Daughters of Words.

:: 12.07.2021 ::